[Footnote 1: The word _wap_ is plain enough; the word _wan_ we cannot satisfy ourselves about. Had it been used with regard to the water, it might have been worth remarking that _wan_, meaning dark, gloomy, turbid, is a common adjective to a river in the old Scotch ballad. And it might be an adjective here; but that is not likely, seeing it is conjoined with the verb _wap_. The Anglo-Saxon _wanian_, to decrease, might be the root-word, perhaps, (in the sense of _to ebb_,) if this water had been the sea and not a lake. But possibly the meaning is, “I heard the water _whoop_ or _wail aloud_” (from _Wópan_); and “the waves _whine_ or _bewail_” (from _Wánian_ to lament). But even then the two verbs would seem to predicate of transposed subjects.] This answer Tennyson has expanded into the well-known lines-- “I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag;” slightly varied, for the other occasion, into-- “I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.” But, as to this matter of _creation_, is there, after all, I ask yet, any genuine sense in which a man may be said to create his own thought-forms? Allowing that a new combination of forms already existing might be called creation, is the man, after all, the author of this new combination? Did he, with his will and his knowledge, proceed wittingly, consciously, to construct a form which should embody his thought? Or did this form arise within him without will or effort of his--vivid if not clear--certain if not outlined? Ruskin (and better authority we do not know) will assert the latter, and we think he is right: though perhaps he would insist more upon the absolute perfection of the vision than we are quite prepared to do. Such embodiments are not the result of the man’s intention, or of the operation of his conscious nature. His feeling is that they are given to him; that from the vast unknown, where time and space are not, they suddenly appear in luminous writing upon the wall of his consciousness. Can it be correct, then, to say that he created them? Nothing less so, as it seems to us. But can we not say that they are the creation of the unconscious portion of his nature? Yes, provided we can understand that that which is the individual, the man, can know, and not know that it knows, can create and yet be ignorant that virtue has gone out of it. From that unknown region we grant they come, but not by its own blind working. Nor, even were it so, could any amount of such production, where no will was concerned, be dignified with the name of creation. But God sits in that chamber of our being in which the candle of our consciousness goes out in darkness, and sends forth from thence wonderful gifts into the light of that understanding which is His candle. Our hope lies in no most perfect mechanism even of the spirit, but in the wisdom wherein we live and move and have our being.