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THE OLD PICTURE-DEALER Warm grows the radiant masterpiece,

The sweetness of Correggio!

The visionary hues increase,

Angelic lustres come and go;

And still, as still in Parma too,—

In Rome, Bologna, Florence, all,—

Goes on the outer world's ado,

Life's transitory, harsh recall.

A real Correggio? And here!

Yes, to the one impassioned heart,

Transfiguring all, the strokes appear

That mark the perfect master's art.

You question of the proof? You owe

More faith to fact than fancy? Hush!

Look with expectant eyes, and know,

With him, the hand that held the brush!

The same wild thought that warmed from stone

The Venus of the monkish Gest,

The image of Pygmalion,

Here finds Correggio confest.

And Art requires its votary:

The Queen of Heaven herself may pine

When these quaint rooms no longer see

The one that knew her all divine.

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