Thou’lt be the relic of an age gone by.
THE ARTISTS
They have been born to model and to mould
The shapeless clay into expressive form
Even as gods! to seize the fleeting shades,
The subtle hues of things that pass or stay
And make them live and glow intensely.
They have been born to tell their wondrous dreams
In rhythmic stanzas full of strength and grace,
To plunge into the very depths of things,