The Artist's Search for Beauty.
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Now so nigh, one soft sigh,
Then away, and aye forsake him."
Then away, and aye forsake him."
"Yet a little, little longer,
I must linger, I must tarry,
Else a weary, weary burden
Back to heaven I shall carry.
How to heaven can I go,
When my heart is here below?"
I must linger, I must tarry,
Else a weary, weary burden
Back to heaven I shall carry.
How to heaven can I go,
When my heart is here below?"
Then Francesco saw a phantom
Of surpassing beauty rise;
All its earthly looks transfigured,
Yet with sad and tear-stained eyes.
Round about the broad, white brow,
Asphodels were hanging low.
Of surpassing beauty rise;
All its earthly looks transfigured,
Yet with sad and tear-stained eyes.
Round about the broad, white brow,
Asphodels were hanging low.
Spake the vision: "Thou, Francesco,
Lovest beauty: in thy heart
Is the love of all things lovely,
Formed by nature or by art.
But one beauty thou dost miss,
And I came to tell thee this:
Lovest beauty: in thy heart
Is the love of all things lovely,
Formed by nature or by art.
But one beauty thou dost miss,
And I came to tell thee this:
