The Poets of the Dawn – 2 137sense and spiritual sight meet in a fine harmony, as in his one
great Ode, in some of his sonnets, inRuth,eveninLaodamia,
in lines and passages which uplift and redeem much of his less
satisfying work, while when the inner light shines wholly out,
it admits him to the secret of the very self-revealing voice of
Nature herself speaking through the human personality in some
closest intimacy with her or else uttering the greatness of an
impersonal sight and truth. He has transparencies in which the
spirit gets free of the life-wave, the intelligence, the coloured
veils of the imagination, and poetic speech and rhythm become
hints of the eternal movements and the eternal stabilities, voices
of the depths, rare moments of speech direct from our hidden
immortality.