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STANZAS.
The fabled sculptor's idol fair,
Whereto his spirit service kept,
By stress of love's long-ambient air
To life of glowing gladness leapt.
Whereto his spirit service kept,
By stress of love's long-ambient air
To life of glowing gladness leapt.
But thou, alas, beloved head,
Hast felt the subtle spell reversed,
The life-blood drop by drop has fled
From that bright face we knew at first.
Hast felt the subtle spell reversed,
The life-blood drop by drop has fled
From that bright face we knew at first.
Yet hast thou gained more touching grace
For all the brightness sorrow stole,
This marble beauty of thy face,
This holy sadness of thy soul.
For all the brightness sorrow stole,
This marble beauty of thy face,
This holy sadness of thy soul.
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