SOUL within sense, immeasurable obscure, Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure Soul within sense. From depth and height by measurers left immense, Thro' sound and shape and color, comes the unsure Vague utterance, fitful with supreme suspense. All that may pass, and all that must endure, Song speaks not, painting shows not: more intense And keen than these, art wakes with music's lure Soul within sense. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |