Prototypes
Whether it be that we in letters trace The pure exactness of a wood bird's strain, And name it song; or with the brush attain The high perfection of a wildflower's face; Or mold in difficult marble all the grace We know as man; or from the wind and rain Catch elemental rapture of refrain And mark in music to due time and place: The aim of Art is Nature; to unfold Her truth and beauty to the souls of men In close suggestions; in whose forms is cast Nothing so new but 'tis long eons old; Nothing so old but 'tis as young as when The mind conceived it in the ages past.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Whether it be that we in letters trace..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Madison Julius Cawein delivers a powerful performance in "Prototypes"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...