ON graven chalice or on hasp of gold With the first beam the valiant master bent, His brushes ready and his hand intent On Latin mottoes to be smoothly scrolled. Over the bridge the silvern belfries tolled, The spurred heel smote, the priestly raiment went; The mounting sunbeams in the clear sky blent, And lovely girls fared onward aureol'd. And fain, whom wanton ardour swiftly drove, The wistful lads forgot their lover's seal And left the clasped hands on the rings undone. While, with a slim blade sharp as murderer's steel, Cellini, without heed, wrought on alone A dagger's hilt whereon the Titans stove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |