THE copyist group was gathered round A time-worn fresco, world-renowned, Whose central glory once had been The face of Christ, the Nazarene. And every copyist of the crowd With his own soul that face endowed, Gentle, severe, majestic, mean; But which was Christ, the Nazarene? Then one who watched them made complaint, And marvelled, saying, "Wherefore paint Till ye be sure your eyes have seen The face of Christ, the Nazarene?" |