Before A Painting Poem by James Weldon Johnson

Before A Painting

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I knew not who had wrought with skill so fine
What I beheld; nor by what laws of art
He had created life and love and heart
On canvas, from mere color, curve and line.
Silent I stood and made no move or sign;
Not with the crowd, but reverently apart;
Nor felt the power my rooted limbs to start,
But mutely gazed upon that face divine.

And over me the sense of beauty fell,
As music over a raptured listener to
The deep-voiced organ breathing out a hymn;
Or as on one who kneels, his beads to tell,
There falls the aureate glory filtered through
The windows in some old cathedral dim.

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Ayden 21 February 2019

Im a and i know it but my friends dont. And I didn't tell them i have a boyfriend. Yeah im gay! ! ! ????????

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Ayden 21 February 2019

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