In placid hours well pleased we dream

Of many a brave unbodied scheme.

But form to lend, pulsed life create,

What unlike things must meet and mate:

A flame to melt...a wind to freeze;

Sad patience...joyous energies;

Humility...yet pride and scorn;

Instinct and study; love and hate;

Audacity...reverence.  These must mate

And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,

To wrestle with the angel...Art.

Herman Melville  1819-1891