He Has Wrought

Love of thought
That leads to action
He has wrought
For his great passion.

Now his hands
Have shaped her body,
Trimmed her eyes
That look out cool-y.

Lips and chin—
He’s made them firmly;
Smallish breasts
En-rounded lovely.

Glad she stands,
Yet almost scorning
Wind and sea
That shout, “Good morning!”

Hair flies back,
Relaxed her shoulders;
Gleams a dream
Midst cliff-top boulders.

He is done—
Goddess laughing
Fifty feet
O’er sea-waves crashing.

He is done;
His model, finished,
Stands supremely
Undiminished.

Eyes of her
Meet his eyes glowing;
Thoughts of his
For her are growing.

Wisdom has
No more to teach them;
Three are one
When pride completes them.

On the cliff
The sun strikes slavish;
Goddess gold
Makes Beauty greatest.

Sailors stand
On ships, admiring;
Sculptor’s hands
Not through desiring.

Love of thought
That ends in action
He has wrought
For his great passion.

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