No More Learning

'Tis your's in glittering arms the earth to beat, with lightly-leaping, rapid, sounding feet;
Then every beast the noise terrific flies, and the loud tumult wanders thro' the skies:
The dust your feet excites with matchless force, flies to the clouds amidst their           course;
And ev'ry flower of variegated hue, grows in the dancing motion form'd by you.