But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt — a wind to freeze;
Sad patience — joyous energies;
Humility — yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audancity — reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel — Art.
— Herman Melville, “Art”
