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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRANSFIGURED, by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Almost afraid they led her in Last Line: One saw her with the master's eyes. Alternate Author Name(s): Piatt, Sarah | |||
ALMOST afraid they led her in (A dwarf more piteous none could find): Withered as some weird leaf, and thin, The woman was -- and wan and blind. Into his mirror with a smile -- Not vain to be so fair, but glad -- The South-born painter looked the while, With eyes than Christ's alone less sad. "Mother of God," in pale surprise He whispered, "what am I to paint!" A voice, that sounded from the skies, Said to him, "Raphael, a saint." She sat before him in the sun: He scarce could look at her, and she Was still and silent.... "It is done," He said. -- "Oh, call the world to see!" Ah, this was she in veriest truth -- Transcendent face and haloed hair. The beauty of divinest youth, Divinely beautiful, was there. Herself into her picture passed -- Herself and not her poor disguise, Made up of time and dust.... At last One saw her with the Master's eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT A CALL ON SIR WALTER RALEIGH; AT YOUGHAL, COUNTY CORK by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT AFTER WINGS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT AN IRISH WILD-FLOWER by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT ENVOY by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT IN CLONMEL PARISH CHURCHYARD; AT THE GRAVE OF CHARLES WOLFE by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MY BABES IN THE WOOD by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE TERM OF DEATH by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT TRADITION OF CONQUEST by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT |
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