It seem'd no force could wake him from his place But there came one, who with a kindred and Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence though to one who knew it not She was a Goddess of the infant world By her in stature the tall Amazon Had stood a pigmy's height she would have ta'en Achilles by the hair and bent his neck Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx Pedestal'd haply in a palace court When sages look'd to Egypt for their lore But oh how unlike marble was that face How beautiful if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self, bleak, dark art, art modern, dim light, somber, dramatic, high quality, detailed