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First Line: Cold man, in whom no animating ray
Last Line: You shall be marble, who were never blood.
Subject(s): Mathematics; Poetry & Poets


Cold man, in whom no animating ray
Warms the chill substance of the sculptor's clay;
Grim Reasoner, with problems in your eyes,
Professor, Sage -- however do they call you?
Far-seeing Blindman, fame shall yet befall you;
Carve you in stone -- that Winter of the wise! --
And set you up in some pale portico
To frown on heaven above, on earth below.

I shall make songs, and give them to the breeze,
And die amid a thousand ecstasies!
I shall be dust, and feel the joyous sting
Of that sweet arrow from the bow of Time
Which men call Spring.
And out of my dead mouth a rose shall come like rhyme!
But you, in your eternal state of snows,
Shall thrill no more to life's resurgent flood,
Nor cast death's laughter into April's rose!
You shall be marble, who were never blood.





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