perfunctory net

And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave?

Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare.

Would that such hills and cities round us sang,

Such vistas of the actual earth and man

As kindled Titian when his life began;

Would that this latter Greek could put his gold,

Wisdom and splendor in our brushes bold

Till Greece and Venice, children of the sun,