To turn to profit, were but fleshly ears and eyes
Able to cope with those o' the spirit!
XC
Therefore,—since
Thought hankers after speech, while no speech may evince
Feeling like music,—mine, o'erburdened with each gift
From every visitant, at last resolved to shift
Its burden to the back of some musician dead
And gone, who feeling once what I feel now, instead
Of words, sought sounds, and saved forever, in the same,