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Yesterday and To-Day I Will Read To You
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Yesterday and To-Day
by Narciso Tondreau (1861-1949)
Prone lies at length the statue once so fair; Headless and armless, on the weedy lawn;Yet still some lovely curve shows here and there Through clustering ivy like a mantle drawn.
The cracked, stained pedestal of ages tells. From every cranny lined with velvet moss,The hum of bee, the chirp of cricket swells; And silently the lizard darts across.
How long ago, by summer breezes fanned, Here stood the newborn Venus, fresh and fair;All palpitating from the master’s hand, The last touch of his chisel lingering there.
“And surely this shall last!” he proudly thought; “Fixed in immortal marble is my fame!”Just here, where human hand has surely wrought, Some crumbling letters may have spelled his name.
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Yesterday and To-Day
by Narciso Tondreau (1861-1949)
Prone lies at length the statue once so fair; Headless and armless, on the weedy lawn;Yet still some lovely curve shows here and there Through clustering ivy like a mantle drawn.
The cracked, stained pedestal of ages tells. From every cranny lined with velvet moss,The hum of bee, the chirp of cricket swells; And silently the lizard darts across.
How long ago, by summer breezes fanned, Here stood the newborn Venus, fresh and fair;All palpitating from the master’s hand, The last touch of his chisel lingering there.
“And surely this shall last!” he proudly thought; “Fixed in immortal marble is my fame!”Just here, where human hand has surely wrought, Some crumbling letters may have spelled his name.
This is a public episode. If you’d like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit iwillreadtoyou.substack.com/subscribe
1 min.