On  cloud  itself  reflects  its  wondrous  dyes :
And,  to  the  earth,  in  tears  and  glory  siven,
Clasps  in  its  airy  arch  the  pomp  of  Heaven  I
Talent  gives  all  that  vulgar  criucs  need —
From  its  plain  hornbook  learn  the  Dull  to  read ;
Genius,  the  Pythian  of  the  Beautiful,
Leaves  its  large  truths  a  riddle  to  the  Dull —
From  eyes  profane  a  veil  the  Isis  screens.
And  fools  on  fools  still  ask  what  Hamlet  means.
BuLWER  Lytton:  Talent  and  Gonius.
