Coleridge: Dejection: An Ode, section IV:

O Lady! We receive but what we give,

And in our life alone does Nature live :

Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!

And would we aught behold, of higher worth,

Than that inanimate cold world allowed

To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd,

Ah ! From the soul itself must issue forth

A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud

Enveloping the Earth -

And from the soul itself must there be sent

A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth,

Of all sweet sounds the life and element!

(Je souligne - DF)

Meanwhile, and not wholly unconnectedly - read this.