We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, <br />Which spake in Greek simplicty of thought, <br />And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought <br />Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone, -- <br />A higher charm than modern culture won <br />With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, <br />Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore. <br />A many-colored light flows from one sun; <br />Art, 'neath its beams, a motely thread has spun; <br />The prism modifies the perfect day; <br />But thou hast known such mediums to shun, <br />And cast once more on life a pure, white ray. <br />Absorbed in the creations of thy mind, <br />Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find.<br /><br />Sarah Margaret Fuller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flaxman/
