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To Tintoretto in Venice Yet glories of the day.

Eagle! we know thee by thy undaunted eyes

Sky-ward, and by thy glooms; we know thy way

Ambiguous, and those halo-misted dyes.

Thou Cloud, the bridegroom's friend

(The bridegroom sun)! Master, we know thy sign:

A mystery of hues world-without-end;

And hide-and-seek of gamesome and divine;

Shade of the noble head

Cast hitherward upon the noble breast;

Human solemnities thrice hallowed;

The haste to Calvary, the Cross at rest.

Look sunward, Angel, then!

Carry the fortress-heavens by that hand;

Still be the interpreter of suns to men;

And shadow us, O thou Tower! for thou shalt stand. 126