Benvenuto Cellini

" Cellini, play the man, " King Francis said.
" You work on trifles longer than is right.
Cast me a Zeus whose like ne'er saw the light. "
The king had bidden, and the man obeyed.

Into the mould the master's hand had made
The metal ran. But view Cellini's plight!
The bronze gives out. Shall all be ruined quite,
The artist baffled and the king betrayed?

What did Cellini? Reckless of the cost,
He threw his precious toys into the fire.
There stood the god, a masterpiece entire.

Thus many golden dreams of youth are lost
In life and art. But mourn not such bereavement,
'T is only so we win to full achievement.
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Count Carl Snoilsky
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