Most Sweet it is

.  Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes    To pace the ground, if path be there or none,    While a fair region round the traveller lies    Which he forbears again to look upon;    Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,    The work of Fancy, or some happy tone    Of meditation, slipping in between    The beauty coming and the beauty gone.    If Thought and Love desert us, from that day   Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:   With Thought and Love companions of our way,   Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,   The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews   Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

Form: sonnet:

Composition Date:18331.

The last of the series "Composed or suggested during a Tour, in the Summer of 1833."