Where fell it short at first? Extend
Only the same, no change can mend!
I use your language: mine—no word
Of its wealth would help who spoke, who heard,
To a gleam of intelligence. None preferred,
None felt distaste when better and worse
Were uncontrastable: bless or curse
What—in that uniform universe?
Can your world's phrase, your sense of things
Forth-figure the Star of my God? No springs,