"The mind’s ear becomes the sensorium of inspiration, For what is this Divine voice but the inward voice? The spirit’s eye and ear possess this sense, The eye and ear of reason and sense lack it. The word ‘compulsion’ makes me impatient for love’s sake, ’Tis he who loves not, who is fettered by compulsion, This is close communion with God, not compulsion, The shining of the sun, and not a dark cloud."