No longer cold or dolorous, the gleaming mountains loom High ecstasy freed jubilantly, artistry recaptures When undulating streams of stone, quickened with lava hands, Seize pyramids and carve them into bodies heat enraptures! Though movement turn to weariness, now evening shadows near, And amethyst and gold and silvered blue no longer rise (A demon's conflagration solved in clouds and cooled to sleep): Mad Angelo still proves that marble lived -- and never dies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR LOVE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY AN ELEGY UPON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION |