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RUBENS, oblivious garden of indolence, / Pillow of cool flesh where no man dreams of love, / Where life flows forth in troubled opulence, / As airs in heaven and seas in ocean move,
LEONARD DA VINCI, sombre and fathomless glass, / Where lovely angels with calm lips that smile, / Heavy with mystery, in the shadow pass, / Among the ice and pines that guard some isle.