AN ARTIST'S FAME.
Painter. Let none call happy one whose art's deep source
They know not—or what thorny paths he trode
To reach its dazzling goal!
Marquis. What dost thou mean?
Painter. I'll seek a simile—Some gorgeous cloud
Oft towers in wondrous majesty before ye—
It bathes its bosom in pure ether's flood,
Evening twines crowns of roses for its head,