第91章 UNEXPRESSED

Dwells within the soul of every Artist More than all his effort can express;And he knows the best remains unuttered;

Sighing at what WE call his success.

Vainly he may strive;he dare not tell us All the sacred mysteries of the skies:

Vainly he may strive;the deepest beauty Cannot be unveiled to mortal eyes.

And the more devoutly that he listens,And the holier message that is sent,Still the more his soul must struggle vainly,Bowed beneath a noble discontent.

No great Thinker ever lived and taught you All the wonder that his soul received;No true Painter ever set on canvas All the glorious vision he conceived.

No Musician ever held your spirit Charmed and bound in his melodious chains,But be sure he heard,and strove to render,Feeble echoes of celestial strains.

No real Poet ever wove in numbers All his dream;but the diviner part,Hidden from all the world,spake to him only In the voiceless silence of his heart.

So with Love:for Love and Art united Are twin mysteries;different,yet the same:

Poor indeed would be the love of any Who could find its full and perfect name.

Love may strive,but vain is the endeavour All its boundless riches to enfold;Still its tenderest,truest secret lingers Ever in its deepest depths untold.

Things of Time have voices:speak and perish.

Art and Love speak--but their words must be Like sighings of illimitable forests,And waves of an unfathomable sea.