The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity.
Phantoms of sublimity - Fantasmi di sublimità interesting expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That would be a terrific poet!