Flaxman

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.

Margaret Fuller

Index to poems in the collection by Margaret Fuller