But grosser want of function's shewn
Of human attribute and tone,—
Sweet rhythmic utterance unknown;
Beauty of form, proportion fair,
And dignity—all wanting there,
Though neural and hæmal arch compare!
IV.
Of structure, all you find is that
A function it performs, whereat
A thus or thus of sight's come at.
And yet you truly know far more—
Feeling from out her open door
Affirms, in speech of beauty's lore:
"O, awesome!" "beauteous!" "pleasant too!"
"Inspiriting!" "ennobling!" "true!"
Or contrariwise—each as is due.
But no account of this you take;
Your thoughts are polarized, and make
An open sea of a tiny lake.
V.
You don't believe the colors of birds
And insects are God's painted words
To please the master of His herds!
"Mere marks ancestral, once of use,
Now useless as an empty cruse—
Derived, but not designed," your truce.