In placid hours well-pleased we dream <br />Of many a brave unbodied scheme. <br />But form to lend, pulsed life create, <br />What unlike things must meet and mate: <br />A flame to melt--a wind to freeze; <br />Sad patience--joyous energies; <br />Humility--yet pride and scorn; <br />Instinct and study; love and hate; <br />Audacity--reverence. These must mate, <br />And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart, <br />To wrestle with the angel--Art.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-3/
