IF you had lived in that more stately time When men remembered the great Tudor queen, To noblest verse your name had wedded been, And you for ever crowned with golden rhyme. If, mid Lorenzo's Florence, made sublime By Art's Re-Birth, you had moved, a Muse serene, The mightiest limners had revealed your mien To all the ages and each wondering clime. Fled are the singers that from language drew Its virgin secrets, and in narrow space The mightiest limners sleep: and only He, The Eternal Artist, still creates anew What shames all else on earth -- the breathing grace That takes the world into captivity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE |