Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOVE IN DIAN'S LAP: 11. BENEATH A PHOTOGRAPH, by FRANCIS THOMPSON


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First Line: Phoebus, who taught me art divine
Last Line: Something the better of the two!
Subject(s): Photography & Photographers


PHOEBUS, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
And his white fingers in this face
Set my Fair's sigh-suggesting grace.
O sweetness past profaning guess,
Grievous with its own exquisiteness!
Vesper-like face, its shadows bright
With meanings of sequestered light;
Drooped with shamefast sanctities
She purely fears eyes cannot miss,
Yet would blush to know she is.
Ah, who can view with passionless glance
This tear-compelling countenance?
He has cozened it to tell
Almost its own miracle.
Yet I, all-viewing though he be,
Methinks saw further here than he;
And, Master gay, I swear I drew
Something the better of the two!





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