So Speech represents the flowing essence as sensitive, transitive; the word signifying what we make it at the moment of using, but needing life's rounded experiences to unfold its manifold senses and shades of meaning.[H] Definitions, however precise, fail to translate the sense. They confine in defining; good for the occasion, but leaps in the dark; at best, guesses at the meanings we seek; parapets built in the air, the lighter the safer; mere ladders of sound, whose rounds crumble as we tread. We write as we speak. The silence bars away the sense, closing shape and significance from us. Here is the mind facing its image the world, and wishing to see the reflection at a glance, a trope. No. The world is but the symbol of mind, and speech a mythology woven of both. Each thing suggests the thought imperfectly, and thought is translatable only by thought. Our standards are ideas, those things of the mind and originals of words. [Footnote H: CATEGORIES OF SPEECH, BEING: _Flowing_, _Fixed_, Subjective. Objective. I. III. II. _Actions_, _Participles_, _Things_, Verbs. Nouns. IV. _Qualities_, Adverbs, Adjectives. V. _Relations_, Prepositions, Conjunctions, Pronouns.] Thought's winged hand, Marshals in trope and tone The ideal band. Genius alone Holds fast in eye The fleeing God-- Brings Beauty nigh-- Senses descry Footsteps he trod, Figures he drew, Shapes old and new, The fair, the true, In soul and sod. Nature is thought immersed in matter, and seen differently as viewed from the one or the other. To the laborer it is a thing of mere uses; to the scholar a symbol and a muse. The same landscape is not the same as seen by poet and plowman. It stands for material benefit to the one, immaterial to the other. The artist's point of view is one of uses seen as means of beauty, that being the complement of uses. His faculties handle his organs; the hands, like somnambulists, playing their under parts to ideas; these, again, serving uses still higher. The poet, awakened from the sleep of things, beholds beauty in essence and form, being thus admitted to the secret of causes, the laws of pure Being.