Oh are there spirits, can there be
Things of such wondrous mystery
Oh are there spirits, can a mind
Float bodiless and unconfined
Or can the air the earth, the sea

Ruskin's line number

510

System generated line number

5

Be filled with immortality
Some say that in the cold moonlight
There hovereth many a changing sprite
Some say the wind, and who can tell
Bears spirits voices in its swell

Ruskin's line number

515

System generated line number

10

But if upon our mortal sense
There rules a un(?) unearthly influence
If there be sprites in earth or air,
They surely have their dwelling there 1