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In Nature's temple living pillars rise, / And words are murmured none have understood. / And man must wander through a tangled wood / Of symbols watching him with friendly eyes.
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim / Mingle 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.