I SAW a picture once by Angelo.
-Unfinished,â? said the critic; -done in youth;â?
And that was all, no thought of praise, forsooth!
He was informed, and doubtless it was so.
And yet, I let an hour of dreaming go
The way of all time, touched to tears and ruth,
Passion and joy, the prick of conscience- tooth,
Before that careworn Christ-s divine, soft glow.
The painter-s yearning with an unsure hand
Had moved me more than might his master days;
He seemed to speak like one whose Meccaland
Is first beheld, though faint and far the ways;
Who may not then his shaken voice command,
Yet trembles forth a word of prayer and praise.
An Unpraised Picture
Richard Francis Burton
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Poem topics: joy, passion, time, voice, picture, speak, master, divine, soft, command, thought, prayer, youth, conscience, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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