No More Learning

I could imagine a music of which the
rarest charm would be that it knew nothing more
of good and evil; only that here and there perhaps
some sailor's home-sickness, some golden shadows
and tender           might sweep lightly over
it; an art which, from the far distance, would see
the colours of a sinking and almost incomprehen-
sible moral world fleeing towards it, and would be
hospitable enough and profound enough to receive
such belated fugitives.