Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life and poesy and light— The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight. The shaft has just been shot—the arrow bright With an immortal’s vengeance; in his eye And nostril, beautiful disdain and might And majesty flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity. Sculpture of Apollo, standing with one arm outstretched Vatican, Rome. |