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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Model</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you forgotten—you, the chief,<br>The art-director, president,<br>What not, of the establishment—<br>Forgot how for a moment brief<br>The whole show, all our strife and stir,<br>Went out—for her?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You led me through your galleries<br>And dreams—the pictures new and old<br>And good and bad, the battles bold<br>You fought with principalities<br>And powers. We chaffed and laughed away<br>Such woes that day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And built such castles domed and towered <br>For Art to live in by and by, <br>When men should know the How and Why; <br>For Art to live in, throned and dowered, <br>When the world's works and ways should be <br>Both fair and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From hope to rage and back again<br>We flashed, flung curses red as bombs<br>At the dull age, lit hecatombs<br>Of lies and laws and flaws, and then<br>Reached for the stars and plucked them down<br>To make man's crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Truth!—that was our cry—the Truth, <br>Whose heart and mind, whose lips and eyes, <br>Her first glance and her last surprise, <br>Are Beauty. All the while, forsooth, <br>Bold Chance, the blind interpreter, <br>Led us—to her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A school door swung—and she was there ! <br>Strange, how the proud world slunk away <br>And left her with the waning day <br>Alone. All vanished unaware— <br>The class, the great high-windowed hall, <br>And we, and all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, all our plans, the futile show<br>Of art, wherewith rash man aspires<br>To breathe into the dust life's fires,<br>And be as God. She stood aglow<br>Fresh from God's hand. 'Twas all in vain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our hope, our pain.<br>God beat us at the game. For her<br>The dim day flared with rose and gold.<br>A slim moon softly aureoled,<br>She shone apart and would not stir,<br>Hesitant at the rim of space,<br>Veiling her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out in the dream she rose—afar— <br>With Eve, new-flowered in paradise; <br>With Helen, whose effulgent eyes <br>Men sang to through the crash of war; <br>With Aphrodite, foam-empearled, <br>Kindling the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds of doom grew soft for her, <br>Nor dared even touch the curls that hid <br>Her face in dusky gold; nor chid <br>With change, that recreant pillager, <br>Her still, immortal loveliness, <br>So brave to bless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The place a temple was, and we<br>So brave to bless. <br>The place a temple was, and we, <br>Tricked out with odds and ends of faith— <br>Mere rags worn thin by life and death— <br>Profaned the immaculate mystery, <br>Looked on the truth with blasphemous eyes, <br>Afraid to rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moment met us and was gone, <br>The proof of all and the despair. <br>We sought the dark, growing aware <br>Of our stript souls; and then anon <br>Tried all in vain to tread again <br>The ways of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bold words died upon our lips, <br>The clatter of our feet grew still. <br>Even now—ah, does it waft your will <br>Through ether-seas in winged ships— <br>The sight of her beyond shut eyes, <br>The white surprise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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The art-director, president,
What not, of the establishment—
Forgot how for a moment brief
The whole show, all our strife and stir,
Went out—for her?

You led me through your galleries
And dreams—the pict..."></div>
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