THE STATUE AND THE BUST.
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The brow so puckered, the chin so peaked,—
And wondered who the woman was,
So hollow-eyed and haggard-cheeked,
And wondered who the woman was,
So hollow-eyed and haggard-cheeked,
Fronting her silent in the glass—
"Summon here," she suddenly said,
"Before the rest of my old self pass,
"Summon here," she suddenly said,
"Before the rest of my old self pass,
"Him, the Carver, a hand to aid,
Who moulds the clay no love will change,
And fixes a beauty never to fade.
Who moulds the clay no love will change,
And fixes a beauty never to fade.
"Let Robbia's craft so apt and strange
Arrest the remains of young and fair,
And rivet them while the seasons range.
Arrest the remains of young and fair,
And rivet them while the seasons range.
"Make me a face on the window there
Waiting as ever, mute the while,
My love to pass below in the square!
Waiting as ever, mute the while,
My love to pass below in the square!
