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what a glorious substance did they dream

Who first embodied immortality,

And in warm marble gave this world to see

The earthly art that lifts heaven-high its beam!

Of things that only to the spirit seem

They wrought the eternal stuff of memory,

And the invisible divinity

That they so loved, did in their temples gleam.

I have no art to deify the stone,

Nor genius, later born, to limn or paint;

No instrumental music do I own,

Of choiring angel or ecstatic saint;

Best by its frailties here is true love known,

That in the heavenly presence waxes faint.