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THE ART OF ALMA-TADEMA

Johnson, E. Pauline
THERE, is no song his colours cannot sing,
  For all his art breathes melody, and tunes
The fine, keen beauty that his brushes bring
  To murmuring marbles and to golden Junes.

The music of those marbles you can hear
  In every crevice, where the deep green stains
Have sunken when the grey days of the year
  Spilled leisurely their warm, incessant rains

That, lingering, forget to leave the ledge,
  But drenched into the seams, amid the hush
Of ages, leaving but the silent pledge
  To waken to the wonder of his brush.

And at the Master's touch the marbles leap
  To life, the creamy onyx and the skins
Of copper-coloured leopards, and the deep,
  Cool basins where the whispering water wins

Reflections from the gold and glowing sun,
  And tints from warm, sweet human flesh, for
    fair
And subtly lithe and beautiful, leans one--
  A goddess with a wealth of tawny hair.







Poem is in the public domain..