II
There comes to me a memorable thought
Borne on that voice, which like some wandering gleam
Brings freshness into Hegel’s well-worn theme
From Naples lately, Croce, he who taught
That Art’s true nature is not to be sought
In what is fitted only to redeem
By strict initiation souls who dream
Of beauty in some crafty pattern wrought,
But in the apt Expression, wheresoe’er
Expression apt is found, the Inward still
Externalizing till the soul declare
The thing within it, and divinely fill
With sound or sign the habitable air—
A language universal as man’s will.
Hesepe, 18th June