<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=371094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet: A Master of Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His art when he feels is about to ebb; <br>Or reaches a point of disappearance; <br>This is the place he must start his romance, <br>And like a spider create his best web.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mind and soul are blended with his art; <br>There follows spate of a new energy; <br>His art has turned to immortality; <br>The job of creation o’er-fills his heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if he should go on undaunted still, <br>In to domains new and landscapes unseen; <br>Success appears no more a task uphill; <br>His life of art is bathed in a new sheen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Master Artist is more made than born, <br>With labor/ luck/ time every night and morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=371094" data-title="Sonnet: A Master of Art de John Celes" data-description="His art when he feels is about to ebb; Or reaches a point of disappearance; This is the place he must start his romance, And like a spider create his best web. His mind and soul are blended with his art; There follows spate of a new energy; ..."></div> </div> </div>

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