That which eludes this verse and any verse,
Unheard by the sharpest ear, unformíd,
in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
In the looks of unconscious babes
Rich as a sunset on the Norway coast, the sky, the islands, and the cliffs,
Or midnightís silent glowing northern lights unreachable.
Haply Godís riddle it, so vague yet so certain,
The soul for it, and all the visible universe for it,
And heaven at last for it.