Lines on "The Muse Finding the Head of Orpheus"
A little time, a little space away
Noise and tumultuous color and the world at play!
Here 'neath the drooping branch, the low-bent marble Muse;
On either hand the master-builder's columns tall;
The little lake caressed by cloud and sky;
The quiet of the dying daylight over all!
Man praises man's accomplishment with brazen throat;
Beauty alone can charm with one low note.
John E. D. Trask