Louie M. Bell, Mythology in Marble
“ Then childlike artist grownHe craved for form, and from the shapes aroundContorted fair the figure of himself,Moulded his deities in wood and stoneAround his bed, his banquet board, his tombAs yet a bungler, but when youth infusedInto the sap and marrow of his brainThe vernal subtleties of love, he dreamedOf gods as fair as he himself would be,Majestic, abstract, yet with solid powerTo make a goddess tremble; and behold,Under the yearning passion of his thoughtThe embryonic marble sloughed its shell,And gods of strength and beauty trod the earth,Their foreheads high in heaven. ”
