THE IMITATORS
We build our fronded temples high,With arching roof and bended beam,We rear our artificial skyWhere painted constellations gleam;We praise the marble majestyOur earthly artisans create—Yet walk abroad and do not seeThe heavens that we imitate.
We build our fronded temples high,With arching roof and bended beam,We rear our artificial skyWhere painted constellations gleam;We praise the marble majestyOur earthly artisans create—Yet walk abroad and do not seeThe heavens that we imitate.
We build our fronded temples high,With arching roof and bended beam,We rear our artificial skyWhere painted constellations gleam;We praise the marble majestyOur earthly artisans create—Yet walk abroad and do not seeThe heavens that we imitate.
We build our fronded temples high,
With arching roof and bended beam,
We rear our artificial sky
Where painted constellations gleam;
We praise the marble majesty
Our earthly artisans create—
Yet walk abroad and do not see
The heavens that we imitate.