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the studio.
And lo! where sighing 'neath her Maker's hand
The roseate life, slow stealing through her form
Her forfeit Godhood 'mid the Olympian band,
Discrowned Cythera mourns, with mortal blushes warm.

And holiest of these revelations blest,
Which have sublimed this visioned solitude,
Yon legend of the soul and love, expressed
As if fair Psyche's joy the marble's self imbued.

A life's whole utterance, fully and entire
Is here—majestic thoughts which calmly breathe
Through Phidian forms—a mind whose subtle fire
Imperishably glows triumphant over Death!

Death sways not, where creative art bestows
An infinite success to high endeavour,
Harmoniously the circle ebbs and flows,
In the created the Creator lives for ever.

But how to win success? by steadfast will,
And no vain dalliance with a lofty aim,
Patient and strong, relentless to fulfil
Purpose invincible, thus earned the palm of Fame!