STATUE-LIKE @3standeth he forth, quick, elate, Sculptured from living flesh, and closely planned As any marble from the sculptor's hand In poise and posture, stature, frame, and weight; Thoughtful months, too, are in his making: Fate, Win he or lose, here is not blind; command Is laid that sinew and brain understand: One fine tool, calculated, delicate@1. @3Yet art sufficeth not. To gain his end With glory soul must be; the selfishness Which bringeth sparks from Paradise to earth Muscle and mind to kindle and transcend; Some high ideal he will not confess, Such as hath given martyrs mortal birth@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE QUAKER POET; VERSES ON SEEING MYSELF SO DESIGNATED by BERNARD BARTON |