"Alexander.

'When will you finish Campaspe ?' Apelles.

'Never finish: for always in absolute beauty there is somewhat above art.'" LYLY'S Campaspe.
And now, what song should I sing to unveil my Isis, if indeed she was present unseen?
I hurried away to the white hall of Phantasy, heedless of the innumerable forms of beauty that crowded my way: these might cross my eyes, but the unseen filled my brain.

I wandered long, up and down the silent space: no songs came.

My soul was not still enough for songs.