Here you will find the Poem An Unpraised Picture of poet Richard Francis Burton
I SAW a picture once by Angelo. ?Unfinished,? said the critic; ?done in youth;? And that was all, no thought of praise, forsooth! He was informed, and doubtless it was so. And yet, I let an hour of dreaming go The way of all time, touched to tears and ruth, Passion and joy, the prick of conscience? tooth, Before that careworn Christ?s divine, soft glow. The painter?s yearning with an unsure hand Had moved me more than might his master days; He seemed to speak like one whose Meccaland Is first beheld, though faint and far the ways; Who may not then his shaken voice command, Yet trembles forth a word of prayer and praise.