The visible [ world ] is to the artist, as it were, a wonderful garment, at times revealing to him the Beyond, the Inner Truth there is in all things. He has a consciousness ( of ) some correspondence- with something the { other side } of visible things and dimly felt through them, a "still, small voice" which he is impelled to interpret to man. It is the < expression > of this all-pervading inner significance that I think we recognise as beauty, and that prompted Keats to say: