In Nature's temple living pillars rise,And words are murmured none have understood,And man must wander through a tangled woodOf symbols watching him with friendly eyes.
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dimMinfle to one deep sound and fade away;Vast as the night and brilliant as the day,colour and sound and perfume speak to him.
Some perfumes are as fragrant as a child,Sweet as the sound of hautboys, meadow-green;Others, corrupted, rich, exultant, wild,
Have all the expansion of things infinite:As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin,Which sing the sense's and the soul's delight.
