ON AMES' PICTURE OF "MAUD MÜLLER."
THE canvas quite glows with this wonder of art,
From my memory surely it never will part—
This image which greeted my vision while there;
Why language quite fails when I try to compare
This picture of Maud, which the poet portrayed,
And Ames has with beauty and grace so arrayed;
So perfect and lovely the beautiful whole,
As though it contained a pure living soul.
From my memory surely it never will part—
This image which greeted my vision while there;
Why language quite fails when I try to compare
This picture of Maud, which the poet portrayed,
And Ames has with beauty and grace so arrayed;
So perfect and lovely the beautiful whole,
As though it contained a pure living soul.
Conceptions how lofty the painter inspired;
And as he embodied how much he admired;
His dream how enchanting, his colors sublime,
So blended each tint by his touch half divine,
Spiritual, aye, still a creature of life,
Here born to be burdened with anguish and strife;
To the painter so gifted I fain would appeal
That he may no more such beauties reveal.
And as he embodied how much he admired;
His dream how enchanting, his colors sublime,
So blended each tint by his touch half divine,
Spiritual, aye, still a creature of life,
Here born to be burdened with anguish and strife;
To the painter so gifted I fain would appeal
That he may no more such beauties reveal.