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Florence frescoes |
| The youth from above Still,angel youth on vaults' face Joined hands,gay eyes,baby-faced, Bowed heads downward look amazed, Naively searching for some grace; Eternal youth surpassing history, For ages you gaze down at me Enchanting my poor mortal eye, Reminding it would never be divine. My eyes sharply stare above, Silent awe exhales my mouth, I feel my spirit leave its shell, Dispersing itself uncompelled, While its concrete shape is left on earth: A timeless remembrance on a marble urn. |