Sarah Margaret Fuller

(1810-1850 / the United States)

Flaxman - Poem by Sarah Margaret Fuller

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We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Which spake in Greek simplicty of thought,
And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought
Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone, --
A higher charm than modern culture won
With all the wealth of metaphysic lore,
Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore.
A many-colored light flows from one sun;
Art, 'neath its beams, a motely thread has spun;
The prism modifies the perfect day;
But thou hast known such mediums to shun,
And cast once more on life a pure, white ray.
Absorbed in the creations of thy mind,
Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010



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