The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||
33
TO A HIGHBORN BEAUTY
If you had lived in that more stately time
When men remembered the great Tudor queen,
To noblest verse your name had wedded been,
And you for ever crowned with golden rhyme.
If, mid Lorenzo's Florence, made sublime
By Art's Re-birth, you had moved, a Muse serene,
The mightiest limners had revealed your mien
To all the ages and each wondering clime.
When men remembered the great Tudor queen,
To noblest verse your name had wedded been,
And you for ever crowned with golden rhyme.
If, mid Lorenzo's Florence, made sublime
By Art's Re-birth, you had moved, a Muse serene,
The mightiest limners had revealed your mien
To all the ages and each wondering clime.
Fled are the singers that from language drew
Its virgin secrets, and in narrow space
The mightiest limners sleep: and only He,
The Eternal Artist, still creates anew
What shames all else on earth—the breathing grace
That takes the world into captivity.
Its virgin secrets, and in narrow space
The mightiest limners sleep: and only He,
The Eternal Artist, still creates anew
What shames all else on earth—the breathing grace
That takes the world into captivity.
1909
The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||