FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI. MOTHER, is this the darkness of the end, The Shadow of Death? and is that outer sea And does the death-pang by man's seed sustain'd Mother of grace, the pass is difficult, Keen as these rocks, and the bewildered souls Throng it like echoes, blindly shuddering through. Thy name, O Lord, each spirit's voice extols, Whose peace abides in the dark avenue Amid the bitterness of things occult. FOR A VENETIAN PASTORAL BY GIORGIONE. (In the Louvre.) WATER, for anguish of the solstice :-nay, Now the hand trails upon the viol-string That sobs, and the brown faces cease to sing, Sad with the whole of pleasure. Whither stray Her eyes now, from whose mouth the slim pipes creep And leave it pouting, while the shadowed grass Is cool against her naked side? Let be : Say nothing now unto her lest she weep, FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN BY ANDREA MANTEGNA. (In the Louvre.) SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be The meaning reached him, when this music rang Clear through his frame, a sweet possessive pang, And he beheld these rocks and that ridged sea. But I believe that, leaning tow'rds them, he Just felt their hair carried across his face As each girl passed him; nor gave ear to trace His eyes from the blind fixedness of thought FOR 'RUGGIERO AND ANGELICA' BY INGRES. I. A REMOTE Sky, prolonged to the sea's brim: A knight, and a winged creature bearing him, And throat let back and heartsick trail of limb. The sky is harsh, and the sea shrewd and salt: With rigid wings and tail. The spear's lithe stem. Thrills in the roaring of those jaws: behind, That evil length of body chafes at fault. She doth not hear nor see-she knows of them. II. CLENCH thine eyes now,-'tis the last instant, girl : Was that the scattered whirl Of its foam drenched thee ?-or the waves that curl Now, silence for the sea's is such a sound As irks not silence; and except the sea, All now is still. Now the dead thing doth cease To writhe, and drifts. He turns to her and she, Cast from the jaws of Death, remains there, bound, Again a woman in her nakedness. |