By Fate, Not Option, Frugal Nature Gave One Scent To Hyson And To Wall-Flower, One Sound To Pine-Groves And To Waterfalls, One Aspect To The Desert And The Lake. It Was Her Stern Necessity: All Things Are Of One Pattern Made; Bird, Beast And Flower, Song, Picture, Form, Space, Thought And Character Deceive Us, Seeming To Be Many Things, And Are But One. Beheld Far Off, They Part As God And Devil; Bring Them To The Mind, They Dull Its Edge With Their Monotony. To Know One Element, Explore Another, And In The Second Reappears The First. The Specious Panorama Of A Year But Multiplies The Image Of A Day,-- A Belt Of Mirrors Round A Taper'S Flame; And Universal Nature, Through Her Vast And Crowded Whole, An Infinite Paroquet, Repeats One Note.