While he softened o’er his outlined angel,
In they broke, those “people of importance:”
We and Bice bear the loss for ever.
VIII.
What of Rafael’s sonnets, Dante’s picture?
This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not
Once, and only once, and for one only,
(Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language
Fit and fair and simple and sufficient—
Using nature that’s an art to others,