The Huxley, Tyndall, Carolus Duran, Bastien?Lepage asserted that an artist or a poet must paint or write iyle of his own day, and this with The Fairy Queen, and Lyrical Ballads, and Blakes early poems in its ears, and plain to the eyes, in boallery, those great masterpieces of later Egypt, founded upon that work of the A Kingdom already further in time from later Egypt than later Egypt is from us. I khat I could y style where I pleased, that no man deny to the human mind any power, that power once achieved; a I did not wish to recover the first simplicity. If I must be but a shepherd building his hut among the ruins of some fallen city, I might take porphyry or shaped marble, if it lay ready to my hand, instead of the baked clay of the first builders. If Chaucers personages had disehemselves from Chaucers crowd, fotten their on goal and shrine, and after sundry magnifications bee, ea his turn, the tre of some Elizabethan play, and a few years later split into their elements, and so given birth to romantic poetry, I need not reverse the ematograph. I could take those separated elements, all that abstract love and melancholy, and give them a symboliythological coherenot Chaucers rough?tongued riders, but some procession of the Gods! a pilgrimage no more but perhaps a shrine! Might I not, with health and good luck to aid me, create some new Prometheus Unbound, Patrick or bcille, Oisin or Fion, in Prometheuss stead, and, instead of Caucasus, Croagh?Patrick or Ben Bulben? Have not all races had their first unity from a polytheism that marries them to rod hill? We had in Ireland imaginative stories, which the uneducated classes knew and even sang, and might we not make those stories current among the educated classes, re?disc for the works sake what I have called the applied arts of literature, the association of literature, that is, with music, speed dance; and at last, it might be, so deepen the political passion of the nation that all, artist and poet, craftsman and day labourer would accept a on design? Perhaps even these images, once created and associated with river and mountain, might move of themselves, and with some powerful even turbulent life, like those painted horses that trampled the rice fields of Japan.