IMMORTAL.
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For the Painter I have vainly
Searched the halls of earthly pride;
But his picture, smiling downward,
Tells the love for which he died.
Searched the halls of earthly pride;
But his picture, smiling downward,
Tells the love for which he died.
And the Poet? Never waters,
Ebb or flood, his fate reveal;
But his rapture, flaming upward,
Is the same that I can feel.
Ebb or flood, his fate reveal;
But his rapture, flaming upward,
Is the same that I can feel.
