Beethoven.

A king came to his kingdom, which is fair
With pleasaunce, and the tireless speech of streams;
A land of fragrance, flowers, and of dreams,
With moon-long lotus-languor in the air;
But these beyond, for him whoso feet will dare,
Are summits that the full-fledged eagles haunt,
And caverns where the tongues of thunder vaunt,
And fire-veined crags where brilliant lightnings glare.

He caught the champaign glory as he clomb
With soul aglow for commerce with wild skies;
He won the peaks, looked in the world's wide eyes,
And heard float down the music-quivering dome
Symphonic themes of Time, and Space, and Life:
But no thing spake of nation, self, or strife.

Seaforth Mackenzie.