And wherein the secret of thy craft, O charmer charming wisely?—
For thou art strong in weakness, and in artlessness well skilled,
Constant in the multitude of change, and simple amidst intricate complexity.
Folly's shallow lip can ask the deepest question,
And many wise in many words should answer, what is beauty?—
Who shall separate the hues that flicker on a dying dolphin,
Or analyse the jewelled lights that deck the peacock's train,
Or shrewdly mix upon a palette the tints of an iridescent spar,
Or set in rank the wandering shades about a watered silk?