Versos English William Lyon Phelps Iv

English poem

Iv

by (1865–1943)

Listen in the reader

You and I will never read that volume. Guido Reni, like his own eye's apple Guarded long the treasure-book and loved it Guido Reni dying, all Bologna Cried, and the world cried too, "Ours, the treasure!" Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.