Correspondences

  In Nature's temple living pillars rise,
  And words are murmured none have understood.
  And man must wander through a tangled wood
  Of symbols watching him with friendly eyes.

  As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
  Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
  Vast as the night and brilliant as the day,
  Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.

  Some perfumes are as fragrant as a child,
  Sweet as the sound of hautboys, meadow-green;
  Others, corrupted, rich, exultant, wild,

  Have all the expansion of things infinite:
  As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin,
  Which sing the sense's and the soul's delight.