 | Songs of A Worker |  |
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PAROS.
When I took clay—with eager passionate handInspired by love—to mould the yielding curves
Of all her shape consummate that deserves,
Immortal in the sight of heaven, to stand;
Then, undismayed, as at a god's command,
Laborious, with the obedient tool that serves
The sculptor's mighty art and never swerves,
Beside the crumbling form I carved the grand
Imperishable marble. Henceforth—seeing
The glory of her nakedness divine—
My heart is raised, I bend the knee and deem her
Not simply woman and not merely mine,
But goddess, as the future age shall deem her,
Ideal love of man's eternal being.
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