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HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY

III

No voice from some sublimer world hath ever
⁠To sage or poet these responses given—
⁠Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven,
Remain the records of their vain endeavour,
Frail spells—whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,
⁠From all we hear and all we see
⁠Doubt, chance, and mutability
Thy light alone—like mist o'er mountains driven,
⁠Or music by the night-wind sent
⁠Through strings of some still instrument,
⁠Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.

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