And now comes lovely Art: watch Bluebeard fascinate her. She little dreams he's plotting to assassinate her. Whether in marble cold or pigments bright, Art's an abomination in his sight. Her noblest work, the human form divine, To Bluebeard is a thing accursed like Wine. One lightning flash of steel and Art has met The fate of Lovingcup and Cigarette. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN AN EVENING IN TUSCANY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON VALENTINE'S DAY by CHARLES BURNEY |