Yonder lie glimpses of a paradise
That is all round us: but that they can’t see!
We are all prisoners, under lock and key,
Bereft of light,—until some painter-soul
Comes with great love and labour, and cuts a hole
Through the thick wall, and shows, all fresh and fair.
A heaven of living beauty, waiting there
Its call to earth! Waiting: and we—stand dumb!
Mee.
What silly heaven dat is! Why wait?