That God is Colouring Newton does shew And the devil is a Black outline all of us know Perhaps this little Fable may make us merry A dog went over the water without a wherry A bone which he had stolen he had in his mouth He cared not whether the wind was north or south As he swam he saw the reflection of the bone This is quite Perfection, one Generalizing Tone Outline Theres no outline Theres no such thing All is Chiaro Scuro Poco Piu its all Colouring Snap. Snap! he has lost shadow & substance too He had them both before now how do ye do A great deal better than I was before Those who taste colouring love it more & more | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONG: 6 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HARMONY by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT CRUSADERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |