Jump to content

Before the Painting


Recommended Posts

Rising from ocean, billows uncontrolled,

With heavy flux and reflux, beating high,

Towered up like mountains, roaring terribly;

The wild storm blew with wind gusts manifold—

A mad, tempestuous race

Through endless, boundless space.

 

“Halt!” cried the aged wizard, brush in hand,

To the excited elements; and lo!

Obedient to the voice of genius, now

The dark waves, in the tempest’s fury grand,

Upon the canvas, see!

Stand still eternally!

 

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Loading...
×
×
  • Create New...