HERE in the jealous hollow of the mould, br Faint, light-eluding, as templed in the breast br Of some rose-vaulted lotus, see the best br The artist had - the vision that unrolled br Its flying sequence till completion's hold br Caught the wild round and bade the dancers rest - br The mortal lip on the immortal pressed br One instant, ere the blindness and the cold. br br br And there the vase: immobile, exiled, tame, br The captives of fulfillment link their round, br Foot-heavy on the inelastic ground, br How different, yet how enviously the same! br Dishonoring the kinship that they claim, br As here the written word the inner sound.