Classic Poem

Love, Beauty, Art, Ambition, Sorrow, Death,
Repentance, God,—Buonarroti sung,
Burning to age with passions ever young,
Breathing through mortal life immortal breath,
Like him whose verse outreigns Elizabeth;
By Rome and Florence wronged, by malice stung
To indignation furious, his tongue
Scorned to pronounce a servile shibboleth.
As Dante, proud, imperious, and lone,
Grand like Savonarola, towering so,
Gigantic o'er the Titans of his time,
In eloquent color and Cathedral stone,
Singing to vision, Michael Angelo
Builded his glorious harmony sublime.