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.