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In the Medici Chapel
The Dawn-God droops; Twilight with haggard eye
Sickens; a nameless horror daunts the air;
Day bursts abortive, to confront despair;
Night lieth lid-fast, lest of sight she die.
O marble Griefs, some fallen Majesty
Of earth bewail ye? Nay, but when or where
Sprang woman-born, save One, whose pang to share
Made shake the Elements, and paled the sky?
Sickens; a nameless horror daunts the air;
Day bursts abortive, to confront despair;
Night lieth lid-fast, lest of sight she die.
O marble Griefs, some fallen Majesty
Of earth bewail ye? Nay, but when or where
Sprang woman-born, save One, whose pang to share
Made shake the Elements, and paled the sky?
Think not to read this wonder-work of woe,
Hewn from a Titan's heart: yon brow sublime
Broods over it inscrutable: but know
Here plants his foot upon the neck of Time,
Avenged of Day and Darkness, Dusk and Prime,
The great grieved soul of Michael Angelo.
Hewn from a Titan's heart: yon brow sublime
Broods over it inscrutable: but know
Here plants his foot upon the neck of Time,
Avenged of Day and Darkness, Dusk and Prime,
The great grieved soul of Michael Angelo.
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