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In some quaint Nurnberg	A
maler atelier	B
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Uprummaged When and where was never clear	B
Nor yet how he obtained it When by whom	C
'Twas painted who shall say itself a gloom	C
Resisting inquisition I opine	D
It is a Duerer Mark that touch this line	D
Are they deniable Distinguished grace	E
Of the pure oval of the noble face	E
Tarnished in color badly Half in light	F
Extend it so Incline The exquisite	G
Expression leaps abruptly piercing scorn	H
Imperial beauty each an icy thorn	H
Of light disdainful eyes and well no use	I
Effaced and but beheld a sad abuse	I
Of patience Often vaguely visible	J
The portrait fills each feature making swell	K
The heart with hope avoiding face and hair	B
Start out in living hues astonished 'There	B
The picture lives ' your soul exults when lo	L
You hold a blur an undetermined glow	L
Dislimns a daub 'Restore ' Ah I have tried	M
Our best restorers and it has defied	M
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Storied mysterious say perhaps a ghost	N
Lives in the canvas hers some artist lost	O
A duchess' haply Her he worshiped dared	P
Not tell he worshiped From his window stared	P
Of Nuremberg one sunny morn when she	Q
Passed paged to court Her cold nobility	Q
Loved lived for like a purpose Seized and plied	M
A feverish brush her face Despaired and died	M
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The narrow Judengasse gables frown	R
Around a humpbacked usurer's where brown	R
Neglected in a corner long it lay	S
Heaped in a pile of riff raff such as say	S
Retables done in tempera and old	T
Panels by Wohlgemuth stiff paintings cold	T
Of martyrs and apostles names forgot	U
Holbeins and Duerers say a haloed lot	U
Of praying saints madonnas these perchance	V
'Mid wine stained purples mothed an old romance	V
A crucifix and rosary inlaid	W
Arms Saracen elaborate a strayed	W
Niello of Byzantium rich work	A
In bronze of Florence here a murderous dirk	A
There holy patens	V
So My ancestor	B
The first De Herancour esteemed by far	B
This piece most precious most desirable	J
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Purchased and brought to Paris It looked well	K
In the dark paneling above the old	T
Hearth of the room The head's religious gold	T
The soft severity of the nun face	V
Made of the room an apostolic place	V
Revered and feared	X
Like some lived scene I see	V
That Gothic room its Flemish tapestry	V
Embossed within the marble hearth a shield	Y
Carved 'round with thistles in its argent field	Y
Three sable mallets arms of Herancour	V
Topped with the crest a helm and hands that bore	V
Outstretched two mallets On a lectern laid	W
Between two casements lozenge paned embayed	W
A vellum volume of black lettered text	W
Near by a taper winking as if vexed	W
With silken gusts a nervous curtain sends	V
Behind which haply daggered Murder bends	V
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And then I seem to see again the hall	Z
The stairway leading to that room Then all	Z
The terror of that night of blood and crime	A2
Passes before me	V
It is Catherine's time	A2
The house De Herancour's On floors splashed red	W
Torchlight of Medicean wrath is shed	W
Down carven corridors and rooms where couch	B2
And chairs lie shattered and black shadows crouch	B2
Torch pierced with fear a sound of swords draws near	V
The stir of searching steel	C2
What find they here	V
Torch bearer swordsman and fierce halberdier	V
On St Bartholomew's A Huguenot	W
Dead in his chair Eyes violently shot	W
With horror glaring at the portrait there	V
Coiling his neck a blood line like a hair	V
Of finest fire The portrait like a fiend	W
Looking exalted visitation leaned	W
From its black panel in its eyes a hate	W
Satanic hair a glowing auburn late	W
A dull enduring golden	D2
'Just one thread	W
Of the fierce hair around his throat ' they said	W
'Twisting a burning ray he staring dead '	-

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