Limitations

The subtlest strain a great musician weaves, Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony To music in his soul. May it not be Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves Unheard in the transition. Thus do we Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives A vision exquisite. Yet who can match The sunsets iridescent hues? Who sing The skylarks ecstasy so seraph-fine? We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch Such rifts amid lifes shadows, for they bring Glimpses ineffable of things divine. Henrietta Cordelia Ray Dusk-purple jasmine and wild plum, orris absolute, honeysuckle, red mandarin, and benzoin.