30.07.2007, 10:35
Raphael's Ideal
I catch a glimpse of Beauty here and there,
But there's a face that Heaven conceals from me,
Who try to paint the fancy that I see
Which in imagination shines so fair,
But when I view the canvas poor and bare,
Where all my brightest dreams fade utterly,
I feel my art is wed to poverty,
And gaze upon my picture in despair.
I strive and strive to reach some form divine,
Expressing all that's fairest in the soul,
But like the waves that proudly sweep the brine
For higher shores, but break and backwards roll,
My baffled efforts meet a sad decline,
And never reach Perfection's shining goal.
I catch a glimpse of Beauty here and there,
But there's a face that Heaven conceals from me,
Who try to paint the fancy that I see
Which in imagination shines so fair,
But when I view the canvas poor and bare,
Where all my brightest dreams fade utterly,
I feel my art is wed to poverty,
And gaze upon my picture in despair.
I strive and strive to reach some form divine,
Expressing all that's fairest in the soul,
But like the waves that proudly sweep the brine
For higher shores, but break and backwards roll,
My baffled efforts meet a sad decline,
And never reach Perfection's shining goal.