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...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |