All the glorious vision he conceived.
No musician....
But be sure he heard, and strove to render,
Feeble echoes of celestial strains.
Love and Art united
Are twin mysteries, different yet the same.
Love may strive, but vain is the endeavor
All its boundless riches to unfold.
Art and Love speak; and their words must be
Like sighings of illimitable forests.