But when she saw him quail and quake,
And when he urged “For pity’s sake!”
Once more in gentle tones she spake.
“Thought in the mind doth still abide
That is by Intellect supplied,
And within that Idea doth hide:
“And he, that yearns the truth to know,
Still further inwardly may go,
And find Idea from Notion flow:
“And thus the chain, that sages sought,
Is to a glorious circle wrought,
For Notion hath its source in Thought.”
So passed they on with even pace:
Yet gradually one might trace
A shadow growing on his face.
The Second Voice
They walked beside the wave-worn beach;
Her tongue was very apt to teach,
And now and then he did beseech
She would abate her dulcet tone,
Because the talk was all her own,
And he was dull as any drone.