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I. If Thou hadst been a sculptor, what a race / Of forms divine had ever preached to men!
Lo, I behold thy brow, all glorious then, / (Its reflex dawning on the statue's face) / Bringing its Thought to birth in human grace, / The soul of the grand form, upstarting, when / Thou openest thus thy mysteries to our ken, / Striking a marble window through blind space.