From "The Two Voices"
by Alfred Tennyson

Heaven opens inward, chasms yawn,
Vast images in glimmering dawn,
Half shown, are broken and withdrawn....

Moreover, something is or seems
That touches me with mystic gleams,
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams--

Of something felt, like something here;
Of something done, I know not where;
Such as no language may declare....

So heavenly-toned, that in that hour
From out my sullen heart a power
Broke, like the rainbow from the shower,

To feel, although no tongue can prove,
That every cloud, that spreads above
And veileth love, itself is love....