Art
A city ancient, carved in stone By peoples great of old, Lies just without the glimm’ring scene Of youth and beauty keen. This city long ago was filled With life, and craftsmen skilled, Who loved fair things, and beauty sought, Cared not they more for aught. They cast up temples, columns grand A thousand years to stand; Great walls with scenes and tales were made To speak beyond their graves. And now, apart from teeming streets Where haste and sparkle pique A curious eye and passing thought, But soon will be forgot, There lies the past, within their reach, Where artist’s heart would beat And paint for loveliness alone, To last ’til world was gone.