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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420617" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Raphael</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall not soon forget that sight<br>The glow of Autumn's westering day,<br>A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,<br>On Raphael's picture lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a simple print I saw,<br>The fair face of a musing boy;<br>Yet, while I gazed, a sense of awe<br>Seemed blending with my joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A simple print,--the graceful flow<br>Of boyhood's soft and wavy hair,<br>And fresh young lip and cheek, and brow<br>Unmarked and clear, were there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet through its sweet and calm repose<br>I saw the inward spirit shine;<br>It was as if before me rose<br>The white veil of a shrine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if, as Gothland's sage has told,<br>The hidden life, the man within,<br>Dissevered from its frame and mould,<br>By mortal eye were seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it the lifting of that eye,<br>The waving of that pictured hand?<br>Loose as a cloud-wreath on the sky,<br>I saw the walls expand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The narrow room had vanished,--space,<br>Broad, luminous, remained alone,<br>Through which all hues and shapes of grace<br>And beauty looked or shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the mighty master came<br>The marvels which his pencil wrought,<br>Those miracles of power whose fame<br>Is wide as human thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There drooped thy more than mortal face,<br>O Mother, beautiful and mild<br>Enfolding in one dear embrace<br>Thy Saviour and thy Child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rapt brow of the Desert John;<br>The awful glory of that day<br>When all the Father's brightness shone<br>Through manhood's veil of clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, midst gray prophet forms, and wild<br>Dark visions of the days of old,<br>How sweetly woman's beauty smiled<br>Through locks of brown and gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There Fornarina's fair young face<br>Once more upon her lover shone,<br>Whose model of an angel's grace<br>He borrowed from her own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow passed that vision from my view,<br>But not the lesson which it taught;<br>The soft, calm shadows which it threw<br>Still rested on my thought:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truth, that painter, bard, and sage,<br>Even in Earth's cold and changeful clime,<br>Plant for their deathless heritage<br>The fruits and flowers of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shape ourselves the joy or fear<br>Of which the coming life is made,<br>And fill our Future's atmosphere<br>With sunshine or with shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tissue of the Life to be<br>We weave with colors all our own,<br>And in the field of Destiny<br>We reap as we have sown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still shall the soul around it call<br>The shadows which it gathered here,<br>And, painted on the eternal wall,<br>The Past shall reappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think ye the notes of holy song<br>On Milton's tuneful ear have died?<br>Think ye that Raphael's angel throng<br>Has vanished from his side?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh no!--We live our life again;<br>Or warmly touched, or coldly dim,<br>The pictures of the Past remain,---<br>Man's works shall follow him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The glow of Autumn's westering day,
A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,
On Raphael's picture lay.

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The fair face of a musing boy;
Yet, while I gazed, a sense of awe
Seemed blending with my..."></div>
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