By native tones, ’mid strangeness and neglect.
And Madness soothed, coherently replied —
The arm resistant raised, submissive fell,
And sunken eyes, by burning anguish dried,
Grew moist again from feeling’s latent well.
Chaotic Intellect took Beauty’s shape
At the omnipotence of gentle speech,
And hands unbound, exulting in escape,
Wrought works that taste to saner minds might teach.[[2]]
Oh, wondrous power of holy, heaven-born Love!