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WRITTEN BEFORE ANDREA DEL SARTO'S PORTRAIT OF HIMSELF
The master hand lifted the brush, and lo, / Colour and light took form at his command, / When Death struck down with an immortal blow / The master hand.
A heap of clay becomes a heap of sand, / The mad, tumultuous centuries bestow / Laurel and dust to sweeten Death's demand.
Dust chills desire, and laurel lieth low, / But art's eternal hills triumphant stand -- / Whose summits feel in one long afterglow / The master hand.