I make the whole world answer to my art. - Alice Meynell

Thou art like silence unperplexed, A secret and a mystery
Between one footfall and the next.

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, where Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bells. The inarticulate bell has found too much interpretation, too many rhymes professing to close with her inaccessible utterance, and to agree with her remote tongue. The bell, like the bird, is a musician pestered with literature.