rara, That Lily of the Loire, is bowed by Is it of Laura that he here is speak winds That blow from Rome; Olympia Mo rata Banished from court because of this new doctrine. ing? She doth not answer, yet is not asleep; Her eyes are full of light and fixed on Above her in the air. I can see naught Therefore be cautious. Keep your Except the painted angels on the secret thought Locked in your breast. ceiling. SCENE II. CHAEL ANGELO. JULIA. Hush! make no noise. MICHAEL ANGELO. How is she? JULIA. Never better. That he should die before me. 'T is against Better than thou I cannot, Brunelles- The laws of nature that the young chi, should die, 30 And less than thou I will not! If the And the old live; unless it be that The same: MICHAEL AN- It will be gone. The current of the river Is undermining it. The golden age of art. come This is no longer Men have be Iconoclasts and critics. not They delight In what an artist does, but set themselves 40 To censure what they do not comprehend. You will not see them bearing a Ma donna Of Cimabue to the church in triumph, But tearing down the statue of a Pope Some morning you will look for it in To cast it into cannon. Who are they vain; That bring complaints against me? |