THE STATUE The marble waits, immaculate and rude;Beside it stands the sculptor, lost in dreams.With vague, chaotic forms his vision teems.Fair shapes pursue him, only to eludeAnd mock his eager fancy. Lines of graceAnd heavenly beauty vanish, and, behold!Out through the Parian luster, pure and cold,Glares the wild horror of a devil’s face. The clay […]