Madeline With other poems and parables: By Thomas Gordon Hake |
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Madeline | ||
I. ON ART.
What child of art, though genius flash
Like daylight breaking on his house,
With sunshine can the canvas dash,
And Nature by the shock arouse?
Like daylight breaking on his house,
With sunshine can the canvas dash,
And Nature by the shock arouse?
Burns not in fancy's heaven a sun
Unsparing of its light's supply,
Whose hues through all emotion run,
Its landscapes pendant from its sky?
Unsparing of its light's supply,
Whose hues through all emotion run,
Its landscapes pendant from its sky?
Yet more than this, the child of art
Can blue and silver light intone:
The order of the stars impart
To scenes the same as daily shone.
Can blue and silver light intone:
The order of the stars impart
To scenes the same as daily shone.
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Yet more achieves his graceful wand,
Adept in Nature's mysteries:
Shining on his creative hand
The sun sits to him in the skies!
Adept in Nature's mysteries:
Shining on his creative hand
The sun sits to him in the skies!
Nor the chill moon his art eludes,
Orb of the never-blushing ray,
That skims the twilight solitudes
Out of the reach of busy day.
Orb of the never-blushing ray,
That skims the twilight solitudes
Out of the reach of busy day.
Madeline | ||