To An Artist, by Donald Michael Thomas Your work that my inward sight still comes, /
Fruit of your graced labours: /
The gold of always-autumnal limes, /
The blue of today-created wat...
To an artist, by John Woodsworth Your paintings still before mine eyes are floating, /
Your blessed works, that ever with me stay: /
The ever-autumn lindens' gilded coating, / ...
To the Artist, by Yevgeny Bonver Whenever I’m, I see your works in greatness, /
Your labors, worthy to be blessed and prayed: /
The gilt of limes in autumn, that is endless, /
A...