Classic Poem

Fret and strain,
And ugly signs of pain,
Never yet had part
In birth of Art.
Men are brought forth in grief;
Labour for Beauty is a soul's relief.
Expression is conceived, and has its shape,
Of Sloth's most painful, violent rape.
A spirit big with Beauty shall be discontent,
She knows all rapture when her time is spent.
Go! my sick striving spirit, seek
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