Life and Art
Said Life to Art—“I love thee bestNot when I find in theeMy very face and form, expressedWith dull fidelity,“But when in thee my craving eyesBehold continuallyThe mystery of my memoriesAnd all I long to be.”
Said Life to Art—“I love thee bestNot when I find in theeMy very face and form, expressedWith dull fidelity,“But when in thee my craving eyesBehold continuallyThe mystery of my memoriesAnd all I long to be.”
Said Life to Art—“I love thee bestNot when I find in theeMy very face and form, expressedWith dull fidelity,
Said Life to Art—“I love thee best
Not when I find in thee
My very face and form, expressed
With dull fidelity,
“But when in thee my craving eyesBehold continuallyThe mystery of my memoriesAnd all I long to be.”
“But when in thee my craving eyes
Behold continually
The mystery of my memories
And all I long to be.”