30.07.2007, 10:34
The Glory of Her Face
Del Sarto saw some beauty everywhere,
But when Love came and threw his fateful dart
There was a face so graven on his heart,
It never lost its fadeless glory there;
For her, his wife, his model and despair,
He sacrificed both fortune and his art,
And though he found her wayward, couild not part
From one he loved and found forever fair.
O Faultless Painter, with what matchless grace
Your fair Madonna beams on all below!
There shine the lineaments you loved to trace
From your Lucrezia centuries ago;
A glory given to a human face
As fair and heavenly as earth can show.
Del Sarto saw some beauty everywhere,
But when Love came and threw his fateful dart
There was a face so graven on his heart,
It never lost its fadeless glory there;
For her, his wife, his model and despair,
He sacrificed both fortune and his art,
And though he found her wayward, couild not part
From one he loved and found forever fair.
O Faultless Painter, with what matchless grace
Your fair Madonna beams on all below!
There shine the lineaments you loved to trace
From your Lucrezia centuries ago;
A glory given to a human face
As fair and heavenly as earth can show.