What immortal hands are thine that made painting immortal
You gave life to it,
Seems it trifles now
Not less loveable than
Dream girl I had once.
You have heavenly bliss
In thy hands painter,
That prompts me to love
your painting a lot not
Less than a beloved.
Such innocence thou has
Given to it, anybody can
Fell in love at first sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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