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st that a definite boundary should separate his garden from his farm； so that when he escapes from the conventions that rule his work he may be free to recreate himself。 But where shall the weary player keep holiday？ Is not all the world a stage？
Whatever the chosen instrument of an art may be； its appeal to those whose attention it bespeaks must be made through the senses。 Music； which works with the vibrations of a material substance； makes this appeal through the ear； painting through the eye； it is of a piece with the complexity of the literary art that it employs both channels； … as it might seem to a careless apprehension； indifferently。
For the writer's pianoforte is the dictionary； words are the material in which he works； and words may either strike the ear or be gathered by the eye from the printed page。 The alternative will be called delusive； for； in European literature at least； there is no word…symbol that does not imply a spoken sound； and no excellence without euphony。 But the other way is possible； the gulf between mind and mind may be bridged by something which has a right to the name of literature although it exacts no aid from the ear。 The picture…writing of the Indians； the hieroglyphs of Egypt； may be cited as examples of literary meaning conveyed with no implicit help from the spoken word。 Such an art； were it capable of high development； would forsake the kinship of melody； and depend for its sensual elements of delight on the laws of decorative pattern。 In a land of deaf…mutes it might come to a measure of perfection。 But where human intercourse is chiefly by speech； its connexion with the interests and passions of daily life would perforce be of the feeblest； it would tend more and more to cast off the fetters of meaning that it might do freer service to the jealous god of visible beauty。 The overpowering rivalry of speech would rob it of all its symbolic intent and leave its bare picture。 Literature has favoured rather the way of the ear and has given itself zealously to the tuneful ordering of sounds。 Let it be repeated； therefore； that for the traffic of letters the senses are but the door…keepers of the mind； none of them commands an only way of access； … the deaf can read by sight； the blind by touch。 It is not amid the bustle of the live senses； but in an under…world of dead impressions that Poetry works her will； raising that in power which was sown in weakness； quickening a spiritual body from the ashes of the natural body。 The mind of man is peopled； like some silent city； with a sleeping company of reminiscences； associations； impressions； attitudes； emotions； to be awakened into fierce activity at the touch of words。 By one way or another； with a fanfaronnade of the marching trumpets； or stealthily； by noiseless passages and dark posterns； the troop of suggesters enters the citadel； to do its work within。 The procession of beautiful sounds that is a poem passes in through the main gate； and forthwith the by…ways resound to the hurry of ghostly feet； until the small company of adventurers is well…nigh lost and overwhelmed in that throng of insurgent spirits。
To attempt to reduce the art of literature to its component sense… elements is therefore vain。 Memory； 〃the warder of the brain；〃 is a fickle trustee； whimsically lavish to strangers； giving up to the appeal of a spoken word or unspoken symbol； an odour or a touch； all that has been garnered by the sensitive capacities of man。 It is the part of the writer to play upon memory； confusing what belongs to one sense with what belongs to another； extorting images of colour at a word； raising ideas of harmony without breaking the stillness of the air。 He can lead on the dance of words till their sinuous movements call forth； as if by mesmerism； the likeness of some adamantine rigidity； time is converted into space； and music begets sculpture。 To see for the sake of seeing； to hear for the sake of hearing； are subsidiary exercises of his complex metaphysical art； to be counted among its rudiments。 Picture and music can furnish but the faint beginnings of a philosophy of letters。 Necessary though they be to a writer； they are transmuted in his service to new forms； and made to further purposes not their own。
The power of vision … hardly can a writer； least of all if he be a poet； forego that part of his equipment。 In dealing with the impalpable； dim subjects that lie beyond the border…land of exact knowledge； the poetic instinct seeks always to bring them into clear definition and bright concrete imagery； so that it might seem for the moment as if painting also could deal with them。 Every abstract conception； as it passes into the light of the creative imagination； acquires structure and firmness and colour； as flowers do in the light of the sun。 Life and Death； Love and Youth； Hope and Time； become persons in poetry； not that they may wear the tawdry habiliments of the studio； but because persons are the objects of the most familiar sympathy and the most intimate knowledge。
How long； O Death？ And shall thy feet depart Still a young child's with mine； or wilt thou stand Full grown the helpful daughter of my heart； What time with thee indeed I reach the strand Of the pale wave which knows thee what thou art； And drink it in the hollow of thy hand？
And as a keen eye for the imagery attendant on a word is essential to all writing； whether prose or poetry； that attempts the heart； so languor of the visual faculty can work disaster even in the calm periods of philosophic expatiation。 〃It cannot be doubted；〃 says one whose daily meditations enrich THE PEOPLE'S POST…BAG； 〃that Fear is； to a great extent； the mother of Cruelty。〃 Alas； by the introduction of that brief proviso； conceived in a spirit of admirably cautious self…defence； the writer has unwittingly given himself to the horns of a dilemma whose ferocity nothing can mitigate。 These tempered and conditional truths are not in nature； which decrees； with uncompromising dogmatism； that either a woman is one's mother； or she is not。 The writer probably meant merely that 〃fear is one of the causes of cruelty；〃 and had he used a colourless abstract word the platitude might pass unchallenged。 But a vague desire for the emphasis and glamour of literature having brought in the word 〃mother；〃 has yet failed to set the sluggish imagination to work； and a word so glowing with picture and vivid with sentiment is damped and dulled by the thumb…mark of besotted usage to mean no more than 〃cause〃 or 〃occasion。〃 Only for the poet； perhaps； are words live winged things； flashing with colour and laden with scent； yet one poor spark of imagination might save them from this sad descent to sterility and darkness。
Of no less import is the power of melody which chooses； rejects； and orders words for the satisfaction that a cunningly varied return of sound can give to the ear。 Some critics have amused themselves with the hope that here； in the laws and practices regulating the audible cadence of words； may be found the first principles of style； the form which fashions the matter； the apprenticeship to beauty which alone can make an art of truth。 And it may be admitted