Reject the wreath of rose,

Take up the crown of thorn

That shows

To-night a child is born.

The far immortal face

In chosen onyx fine

Enchase,

Delicate line by line.

Strive with Carrara, fight

With Parian, till there steal

To light

Apollo's pure profile.

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Set the great lucid form

Free from its marble tomb

To storm

The heights of death and doom.

Take up the sculptor's tool!

Recall the gods that die

To rule

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