George Meredith,
Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth
(1883)
“ The answer seems nowhere: it's discord that's played. The sky's a blue dish!—an implacable sky! X. Stop a moment. I seize an idea from the pit. They tell us that discord, though discord, alone, Can be harmony when the notes properly fit: Am I judging all things from a single false tone? Is the Universe one immense Organ, that rolls From devils to angels? I'm blind with the sight. It pours such a splendour on heaps of poor souls! ”
