These Have A Life That Hath No Part In Death; These Circumscribe The Soul And Make It Strong; Between The Breathing Of A Dream And Song, Building A World Of Beauty In A Breath. Unto The Heart The Voice Of This One Saith Ideals, Its Emotions Live Among; Unto The Mind The Other Speaks A Tongue Of Visions, Where The Guess, We Christen Faith, May Face The Fact Of Immortality As May A Rose Its Unembodied Scent, Or Star Its Own Reflected Radiance. We Do Not Know These Save Unconsciously. To Whose Mysterious Shadows God Hath Lent No Certain Shape, No Certain Countenance.