|
A
for Artist
See what a light
is in those painted clouds!
Surely the man's
immortal, who has wrought
This lovely picture
with his hand and brain!
But at this thought
The glorious Sun
in Heaven
Burst through a window-pane,
and caught
The fringes of those
clouds with such a light
That I fell back
amazed-
To see that man
Made so much less
immortal in my sight! |