Music And Sleep

These have a life that hath no part in death: These circumscribe the soul and make it strong: Between the breathing of a dream and song, Building a world of beauty in a breath. Unto the heart the voice of this one saith Ideals, its emotions live among; Unto the mind the other speaks a tongue Of visions, where the guess,--men christen Faith,-- May face the fact of immortality-- As may a rose its unembodied scent, Or star its own reflected radiance. We do not know these save subconsciously, To whose mysterious shadows God hath lent No certain shape, no certain countenance.