The flawless artist’s lunacy serene,
His purely passionate and perfect hate
And noble scorn of all things Philistine.
Paumanokides.
Hold up there, Camerado!
Beauty is all very good as far as it goes, and Art the perpetuator of Beauty is all very good as far as it goes, but you can tell your folks,
Your folks in London, or in Dublin, or in Rome, or where the Arno flows, or where Seine flows,
Your folks in the picture-galleries, admiring the Raphaels, the Tintorettos, the Rubenses, Vandykes, Correggios, Murillos, Angelicos of the world,
(I know them all, they have effused to me, I have wrung them out, I have abandoned them, I have got beyond them,)—
Narcissus (aside, with tenderness).