For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna

(In the Louvre)
  SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be
 The meaning reached him, when this music rang
 Clear through his frame, a sweet possessive pang,
  And he beheld these rocks and that ridged sea.
  But I believe that, leaning tow'rds them, he
 Just felt their hair carried across his face
 As each girl passed him; nor gave ear to trace
  How many feet; nor bent assuredly
  His eyes from the blind fixedness of thought
 To know the dancers. It is bitter glad
 Even unto tears. Its meaning filleth it,
 A secret of the wells of Life: to wit:—
 The heart's each pulse shall keep the sense it had
  With all, though the mind's labour run to nought.