The Painter


The death of fancy is so widely spread
That men of Pers and Ind by Franks are led.
I feel sad that Behzad's of modern time
Have lost East's rapture sweet and joy sublime
O artist, of your talents I can tell,
You know the ancient crafts and new so well.
You have portrayed many a natural sight,
Display your Self in Nature's mirror bright.

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