A boon Hell granted only to reclaim.
No more than this? This his one hope and theme?
This, sum of his powers? And this a dream!
A dream? And yet the key—magic of Art!—
Which could unlock at will a tiger’s heart,
And, as notes rose and fell in cadence, made
Triumphal arches of each sylvan glade;
For true passion a hearing aye commands,
And speaks a tongue all Nature understands.
No more than that it had killed care to bless