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LAPIDARIA SCULPTOR Sculpture's Whole secret: A spirit - like a spark In gesture caught - Marvels and wonders And lifts its tiny palms From this world's cradle Towards the still uncaptured In infinite space! Only she who nurses And he who's held a knife; Only she who dances And he who's held an arm : They only - and the earth's Bosom sensing rain Move the spirit's veil In a joyful refrain! MAECENAS Since, master sculptor, You so comprehend art's curious mystery, Let Valerie, my late wife, Have a monument from your knife - Let there be a stony angel In a praying pose Gazing at the base Towards two crests Crowned with a rose, So that each feeling breast Should sigh from the heart And say (in a formula): "God grant her rest!" 1876 |