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First Line: And then I saw her!
Last Line: And I am comforted a little while!
Subject(s): Mona Lisa


And then I saw her!
Somehow, suddenly,
My eyes, my own eyes, unbelievably,
Beheld her I had come so far to see!

I was not dreaming, no!
I looked to where
The lovely, armless thing with parted hair
Had always been . . . in dream. And she was there!

Serene, aloof,
In her recess, alone --
Behind her, velvet of a sombre tone --
The inexpressible, expressed in stone!

Perfection,
By some ancient master wrought
In marble -- by his passion, toil and thought
From formlessness to mortal vision brought!

Eternal beauty,
Dreamed and fashioned then --
To gladden earth forever -- even when
The dream has died in hearts of living men!

Immortal grace
Of lines that curve and flow,
To mock at schools of art that come and go
And little, mouthing men who claim to know!

And now, remembering her,
I muse and smile
At all of those mutations we call style --
And I am comforted a little while!





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