Recognition of the relativity of art is constantly neglected by those who talk and write about it. For one school the audience does not exist; for another nothing but the audience. Obviously neither view is right. Art may be very naïve and still be art—still be the expression of a childish vision appealing to childish visions, making childish hearts beat. Thus:
“Mary had a little lamb,
Its wool was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go,”
is art to the child of five, whose heart and fancy it affects. And:
“Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Through the forests of the night—
What immortal hand and eye
Framed thy fearful symmetry?”