LI.
Within herself the drama’s scene is laid,
The Birth and Growth of Soul the mystery played;
She, in her part, is but an agent mute,
Her brain untutored, nor her tact acute,
Her nerve-strung body slow as senseless soil
To watch the working of the seedling’s toil;
In vain before her inmost vision spread
The hidden streams from whence the vital founts are fed.