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Poems (Dudley)/Art's Despair

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4657458Poems — Art's DespairMarion Vienna Churchill Dudley


ART'S DESPAIR.
ARTIST in whose flaming eye
Lofty dreams consume,
Come from haunts of wood and sky,
Nobler themes illume;

Leave the mountain lone and steep,
Paint the heights of fame;
Leave the shadow sad and deep,
Paint a deathless name;

Dip thy brush for highest art,
Paint a human soul,—
Floods of transport, ebbs of heart,
Mighty self-control;

Paint a promise, limn a faith,
Burning dream of youth;
Color Rapture's mortal wraith,
Painter, paint a truth:

Paint a moment, Artist strong;
Sketch an hour's decay,
March of ages, silence long,
Sorcerer, paint a Day:

Paint a star-beam, clear and lone,
Tint the evening breeze;
Sketch a cadence, or a tone
From the distant seas.

Paint a flight, sustained and long,
Not the puny wing,—
Not with singer, but with song,
Make thy canvas sing.

Paint a trembling, hopeless sigh
On the summer air,
Or from colors deep and high,
Paint a burning prayer;

O! this haunting unattained,
Baffling hand and eye;
All is loss with it ungained
Artist, paint and die!