The answer seems
nowhere: it's
discord that's played.
The sky's a blue dish!--an implacable sky!
X
Stop a moment. I seize an idea from the pit.
They tell us that
discord, though
discord, alone,
Can be
harmony when the notes
properly fit:
Am I judging all things from a single false tone?
Is the Universe one
immense Organ, that rolls
From devils to angels? I'm blind with the sight.
It pours such a splendour on heaps of poor souls!
I might try at kneeling with Molly to-night.
End