Art's Riddle

Go to, I also would her skein unravel.
Art is not Nature warped in man's control.
But Nature's reminiscences of travel
Across an artist's soul.

Or 'tis a tidal river, that, each day.
Ebbing and flowing under cliff and tree,
With mutual and eternal interplay
Takes and gives back the sea.

Media: <html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Art's Riddle</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Go to, I also would her skein unravel.</p><p class="line">Art is not Nature warped in man's control.</p><p class="line">But Nature's reminiscences of travel</p><p class="line">Across an artist's soul.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Or 'tis a tidal river, that, each day.</p><p class="line">Ebbing and flowing under cliff and tree,</p><p class="line">With mutual and eternal interplay</p><p class="line">Takes and gives back the sea.</p></div></body></html>