On a raisin stoneThe wheels of Nature turn,Out of it the fury comesWherewith the spondyls burn.And because a drop of wineIs creation's heart,Wash with wine those eyes of thine,—Nothing is hid, nor whole, nor part.The motto of the essay "Beauty," printed in the Poems, has Seyd for its hero. In it occur these lines:—
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,He saw strong Eros struggling through,To sun the dark and solve the curse,And beam to the bounds of the universe.
Page 248, note 1. In the journal for 1847 this passage occurs in a form less general than in the text:—
"'Loose the knots of the heart,' says Hafiz.… Expression is all we want: not knowledge, but vent: we know enough; but have not leaves and lungs enough for a healthy perspiration and growth. Hafiz has: Hafiz's good things, like those of all good poets, are the cheap blessings of water, air and fire; the observations, analogies and felicities which arise so profusely in writing a letter to a friend. An air of sterility, poor, thin, arid, reluctant vegetation, belongs to the wise and the unwise whom I know. If they have fine traits, admirable properties, they have a palsied side; but an utterance whole, generous, sustained, equal, graduated at will, such as Montaigne, such as Beaumont and Fletcher so easily and habitually attain, I miss in myself most of all, but also in my contemporaries. A palace style of manners and conversation to which every morrow is a new day, which exists extempore, and is equal to the needs of life, at once tender and bold and with
