An English Madonna By James Hinton [i.e. George Barlow] |
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ART AND LOVE.
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XX. ART AND LOVE.
Thy face is dear to Art, and it is worth
Ten thousand common faces. When God sweeps
With his death-wind that plunges through the deeps
All common forms and vulgar from the earth
Shall he not, hearing thy soft silvery mirth
And watching the delicious dream that sleeps
Upon thy lids, or through the lashes peeps,
Spare thee,—as being indeed of heavenly birth?
Ten thousand common faces. When God sweeps
With his death-wind that plunges through the deeps
All common forms and vulgar from the earth
Shall he not, hearing thy soft silvery mirth
And watching the delicious dream that sleeps
Upon thy lids, or through the lashes peeps,
Spare thee,—as being indeed of heavenly birth?
It cannot be that God will ever take
Thee, love, from Art; for Art without thy face
Would lose nine-tenths its beauty and its grace.—
If not for Art's, then, God, for Love's own sake
Spare her,—or Love will grasp Art's hand and be
Twin-brother, weeping inconsolably.
Thee, love, from Art; for Art without thy face
Would lose nine-tenths its beauty and its grace.—
If not for Art's, then, God, for Love's own sake
Spare her,—or Love will grasp Art's hand and be
Twin-brother, weeping inconsolably.
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