Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam Into the slumb`rous tissue of some stream, Till his bright self o`er his bright copy seem Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream; So in this night of art thy soul doth show Her excellent double in the steadfast flow Of wishing love that through men`s hearts doth go: At once thou shin`st above and shin`st below. E`en when thou strivest there within Art`s sky (Each star must o`er a strenuous orbit fly), Full calm thine image in our love doth lie, A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity. So triple-rayed, thou mov`st, yet stay`st, serene — Art`s artist, Love`s dear woman, Fame`s good queen!SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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