Sound argument and grave defence, Strange questions raised on "Why?" and "Whence?" And wildly tangled evidence. When he, with racked and whirling brain, Feebly implored her to explain, She simply said it all again. Wrenched with an agony intense, He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense, And careless of all consequence: "Mind-I believe-is Essence-Ent – Abstract-that is-an Accident – Which we-that is to say-I meant-" When, with quick breath and cheeks all flushed, At length his speech was somewhat hushed, She looked at him, and he was crushed. It needed not her calm reply: She fixed him with a stony eye, And he could neither fight nor fly. While she dissected, word by word, His speech, half guessed at and half heard, As might a cat a little bird. Then, having wholly overthrown His views, and stripped them to the bone, Proceeded to unfold her own. "Shall Man be Man? And shall he miss Of other thoughts no thought but this, Harmonious dews of sober bliss? "What boots it? Shall his fevered eye Through towering nothingness descry The grisly phantom hurry by? "And hear dumb shrieks that fill the air; See mouths that gape, and eyes that stare And redden in the dusky glare? "The meadows breathing amber light, The darkness toppling from the height, The feathery train of granite Night?