Poems By Richard Chenevix Trench: New ed |
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ON A PICTURE AT MADRID.
BY MURILLO.
With what calm power thou risest on the wind;
Mak'st thou a pinion of those locks unshorn?
Or of that dark blue robe which floats behind
In ample folds? or art thou cloud-upborne?
Mak'st thou a pinion of those locks unshorn?
Or of that dark blue robe which floats behind
In ample folds? or art thou cloud-upborne?
A crescent moon is bent beneath thy feet,
Above the heavens expand, and tier o'er tier
With heavenly garlands thy advance to greet,
The cloudy throng of cherubim appear.
Above the heavens expand, and tier o'er tier
With heavenly garlands thy advance to greet,
The cloudy throng of cherubim appear.
There is a glory round thee, and mine eyes
Are dazzled, for I know not whence it came,
Since never in the light of western skies
The island-clouds burned with so pure a flame:
Are dazzled, for I know not whence it came,
Since never in the light of western skies
The island-clouds burned with so pure a flame:
Nor were those flowers of our dull common mould,
But nurtured on some amaranthine bed,
Nearer the sun, remote from storms and cold,
By purer dews and warmer breezes fed.
But nurtured on some amaranthine bed,
Nearer the sun, remote from storms and cold,
By purer dews and warmer breezes fed.
Well may we be perplexed and sadly wrought,
That we can guess so ill what dreams were thine
Ere from the chambers of thy silent thought
That face looked out on thee, Painter divine.
That we can guess so ill what dreams were thine
Ere from the chambers of thy silent thought
That face looked out on thee, Painter divine.
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What innocence, what love, what loveliness,
What purity must have familiar been
Unto thy soul, before it could express
The holy beauty in that visage seen!
What purity must have familiar been
Unto thy soul, before it could express
The holy beauty in that visage seen!
And so, if we would understand thee right,
And the diviner portion of thine art,
We must exalt our spirits to thine height,
Nor wilt thou else the mystery impart.
And the diviner portion of thine art,
We must exalt our spirits to thine height,
Nor wilt thou else the mystery impart.
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