The Artist
In story books, when I was very young, I knew you first, one of the Fairy Race; And then it was your picture took its place, Framed in with love's deep gold, and draped and hung High in my heart's red room: no song was sung, No tale of passion told, I did not grace With your associated form and face, And intimated charm of touch and tongue. As years went on you grew to more and more, Until each thing, symbolic to my heart Of beauty, such as honor, truth, and fame, Within the studio of my soul's thought wore Your lineaments, whom I, with all my art, Strove to embody and to give a name.
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"In story books, when I was very young,..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "The Artist", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...