Sonnet Of Michel Angelo Buonarotti

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Title:     Sonnet Of Michel Angelo Buonarotti
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson [More Titles by Emerson]

(Translation)

Never did sculptor's dream unfold
A form which marble doth not hold
In its white block; yet it therein shall find
Only the hand secure and bold
Which still obeys the mind.
So hide in thee, thou heavenly dame,
The ill I shun, the good I claim;
I alas! not well alive,
Miss the aim whereto I strive.
Not love, nor beauty's pride,
Nor Fortune, nor thy coldness, can I chide,
If, whilst within thy heart abide
Both death and pity, my unequal skill
Fails of the life, but draws the death and ill.

[The end]
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Sonnet Of Michel Angelo Buonarotti

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