Tasso and Leonora

A glorious vision hovers o'er his soul,
Gilding the prison and the weary bed,—
Though hard the pillow placed beneath his head,
Though brackish be the water in the bowl
  Beside him; he can see the planets roll
In glowing adoration, without dread;
Knowing how, by unerring wisdom led,
They struggle not against the strong control.
  When suddenly a star shoots from the skies,
Than all the other stars more purely, bright,
Replete with heavenly loves and harmonies;
  He starts:—what meets his full awakening sight?
Lo! Leonora, with large humid eyes,
Gazing upon him in the misty light.