III. INTELLECTUAL. MEMORY.-INSPIRATION.- IMAGINATION. FANCY.-MUSIC.-ART.-MOODS. "Quotque aderant vates, rebar adesse Deos." - OVID. "By pain of heart, now checked, and now impelled, The intellectual power from words to things Went sounding on, —a dim and perilous way."-WORDSWORTH. INTELLECTUAL. THOUGHT. O MESSENGER, art thou the king, or I? Thou dalliest outside the palace gate Till on thine idle armor lie the late And heavy dews: the morn's bright, scornful eye Reminds thee; then, in subtle mockery, Thou smilest at the window where I wait, Who bade thee ride for life. In empty state My days go on, while false hours prophesy Thy quick return; at last, in sad despair, I cease to bid thee, leave thee free as air; When lo, thou stand'st before me glad and fleet, And lay'st undreamed-of treasures at my feet. Ah! messenger, thy royal blood to buy, I am too poor. Thou art the king, not I. QUESTIONINGS. H. H. HATH this world, without me wrought, Other substance than my thought? Doth yon fire-ball, poised in air, Hang by my permission there? Are the clouds that wander by Do they draw their life from mine, Now I close my eyes, my ears, Hues more bright and forms more rare, Than reality doth wear, Flash across my inward sense, Soul! that all informest, say! Thought! that in me works and lives, Life to all things living gives, - By that world thou fanciedst sprung Be it thus, or be thy birth |