Ralph Waldo Emerson - Sonnet Of Michel Angelo Buonarotti lyrics

Never did sculptor's dream unfold A form which marble doth not hold In its white block; yet it therein shall find Only the hand secure and bold Which still obeys the mind. So hide in thee, thou heavenly dame, The ill I shun, the good I claim; I alas! not well alive, Miss the aim whereto I strive. Not love, nor beauty's pride, Nor Fortune, nor thy coldness, can I chide, If, whilst within thy heart abide Both d**h and pity, my unequal sk** Fails of the life, but draws the d**h and ill.