Beneath A Photoraph
Phoebus, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
And his white fingers in this
Set my Fair's sigh-suggesting grace
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Phoebus, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
And his white fingers in this
Set my Fair's sigh-suggesting grace
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward
In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,