Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Michelangelo's Kiss lyrics

Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid All grievous memories on his long life shed, This worst regret to one true heart could speak:— That when, with sorrowing love and reverence meek, He stooped o'er sweet Colonna's dying bed, His Muse and dominant Lady, spirit-wed, Her hand he kissed, but not her brow or cheek. O Buonarruoti,—good at Art's fire-wheels To urge her chariot!—even thus the Soul, Touching at length some sorely-chastened goal, Earns oftenest but a little: her appeals Were deep and mute,—lowly her claim. Let be: What holds for her d**h's garner? And for thee?