Sonnet to a Picture by Lucca Giordano in the Mureo Borbonico at Naples
A sad and lovely face, with upturned eyes,
Tearless, yet full of grief. — How heavenly fair
How saintlike is the look those features wear!
Such sorrow is more lovely in its guise
Than joy itself — for underneath it lies
A calmness that betokens strength to bear
Earth's petty grievances — its toil and care: —
A spirit that can look through clouded skies,
And see the blue beyond. — Type of that grace
That lit Her holy features, from whose womb
Issued the blest Redeemer of our race —
How little dost thou speak of earthly gloom!
As little as the unblemished Queen of Night,
When envious clouds shut out her silver light.
Tearless, yet full of grief. — How heavenly fair
How saintlike is the look those features wear!
Such sorrow is more lovely in its guise
Than joy itself — for underneath it lies
A calmness that betokens strength to bear
Earth's petty grievances — its toil and care: —
A spirit that can look through clouded skies,
And see the blue beyond. — Type of that grace
That lit Her holy features, from whose womb
Issued the blest Redeemer of our race —
How little dost thou speak of earthly gloom!
As little as the unblemished Queen of Night,
When envious clouds shut out her silver light.
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