III

Thus language is the type wherein revealed Art’s universal function we behold, In sensuous forms appropriate to unfold Whate’er of meaning Individuals yield: A doctrine this which doth enlarge the field To every man who in himself doth hold But speech enough a simple thought to mould In words well wedded to the sense concealed. —Doubtless a truth, though strained beyond the Norm, If still the theme, with varying purport fraught, Loses itself entirely in the Form, And ugliness and beauty count for naught; And yet a truth, although a truth in part, All art expression, not all expression art.