Classic Poem

Were you so beautiful as that, Albrecht Dürer—
Curled and nobly dressed as for a bride,
chaste and cool?
Serious, young, your bowed mouth never smiling,
why indeed should you deny your beauty?
Your lips droop for sorrow, not joy,
and your eyes are haunted.
Your eyes!
They are deep and full, like Truth's well,
and none shall ever sound them—
Not you yourself, Albrecht Dürer, shall ever
darken down to those deeps—
You, the inscrutable.