Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 208

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CCVIII POET AND SCULPTOR
As a maiden caught and boundBy the magic of a soundSweeter far than mortal earEver yet attained to hear,So I sat, and read, and readWhat an ancient poet said,"Man is weak, the Gods are strong,"This the burden of the song.
When I saw the immortal faces,Gods and Heroes, Nymphs and Graces,Fauns and Satyrs hairy-eared,Things no mortal ever feared, ​Venus but a lady sweet,Cupid playing at her feet,"Nay!" I cried, "the poet's wrong,Gods are weak, but man is strong!"

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