Turner

Ulysses deriding Polyphemus

A Heaven amber burnt and hoary blue

The sea: streaked fire and azure

A golden vessel sailing true

Its regal warriors now secure-

All reflect a wondrous hue

Mercilessly enchanting, like Sirens’ lure,

It binds the viewer to the view,

Leaves immersion as his cure;

Immovable are but the few

Against a work of art so pure.

Master of Romance and the new-

Your stroke projects a soul that’s sure,

Wouldst Nature only copy you!