YES; when the ways oppose -- When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows, -- More potent far the spell. O POET, then, forbear The loosely-sandalled verse, Choose rather thou to wear The buskin -- strait and terse; Leave to the tiro's hand The limp and shapeless style, See that thy form demand The labour of the file. SCULPTOR, do thou discard The yielding clay, -- consign To Paros marble hard The beauty of thy line; -- Model thy Satyr's face For bronze of Syracuse; In the veined agate trace The profile of thy Muse. PAINTER, that still must mix But transient tints anew, Thou in the furnace fix The firm enamel's hue; Let the smooth tile receive Thy dove-drawn Erycine; Thy Sirens blue at eve Coiled in a wash of wine. All passes. ART alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust outlasts the throne, -- The Coin, Tiberius; Even the gods must go; Only the lofty Rhyme Not countless years o'erthrow, -- Not long array of time. Paint, chisel, then, or write; But, that the work surpass, With the hard fashion fight, -- With the resisting mass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND MILES KEOGH'S HORSE by JOHN MILTON HAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE THINKER'S VISION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. O TENDER HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |