Intro:
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An [Dm]arti[Em]st is [Dm]what is call'd[C] the [Gm]self [Bb]that the brush [Dm]holdeth
Though [Dm]hath it the[Em]n ca[Dm]ringly caress'd[C] the C[Gm]anvas [Bb]of t[Dm]o-morrow?
O C[Dm]anvas![Em] for t[Dm]hee I hold my too[C]l, s[Gm]till, p[Bb]assionlessly it q[Dm]uivereth
[Dm]Minding not[Em] that my [Dm]hands are more than apt[C], [Gm] [Bb] my [Dm]Muse
[Gm]Where is [Bb]hidden the b[Dm]lue-hued arch 'neath the High H[C]eaven's r[Gm]ich Em [Bb]blazonry[Dm]
The f[Gm]lowery mead[Bb]ow, Em b[Dm]rac'd by the horizon[C], s[Gm]nowflaked and a[Bb]ery mountains[Dm]
[Gm]In w[Bb]hich the [Dm]barebreasted maidens da[C]nce to the [Gm]lay o'mi[Bb]dsummer[Dm]
[Gm]Aloft the d[Bb]istant lazy f[Dm]lapping of the doves[C] in v[Gm]ainglore[Bb][Dm]
[(] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [C] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [)]
[Dm]O Canvas, wherefore canst thou[F] these images[Eb] not allow?
[Dm]I de Em a projectio[F]n of my Theatr[Eb]e they should be
[Dm]Then, I challenge thee the wisdom[F] of naysaying[Eb] the yearns o' mine
[Db]What is this unforseen that not[F] enjoineth light shade[Eb]s to bes killfully painted?
[(] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [C] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [)]
[Gm]The [Bb]raven sky p[Dm]rey'd on by the snowfill'd[C], [Gm]blustery clouds[Bb]
Unad[Dm]orned the meadow - hunger driveth the [Gm]wolf out of the wo[Bb]od
The [Dm]maidens chained and whipped withi[C]n a d[Gm]reary dungeon[Bb]
And, lo! 'twixt the w[Dm]izen roses a mossy grave:
[Gm]"The D[Bb]evil is as [Dm]Black as he Painteth."
[Gm]O C[Bb]anvas! w[Dm]herefore?
[Gm]"The D[Bb]evil is as [Dm]Black as he Painteth."
[Gm]O C[Bb]anvas! w[Dm]herefore?
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An [Dm]arti[Em]st is [Dm]what is call'd[C] the [Gm]self [Bb]that the brush [Dm]holdeth
Though [Dm]hath it the[Em]n ca[Dm]ringly caress'd[C] the C[Gm]anvas [Bb]of t[Dm]o-morrow?
O C[Dm]anvas![Em] for t[Dm]hee I hold my too[C]l, s[Gm]till, p[Bb]assionlessly it q[Dm]uivereth
[Dm]Minding not[Em] that my [Dm]hands are more than apt[C], [Gm] [Bb] my [Dm]Muse
[Gm]Where is [Bb]hidden the b[Dm]lue-hued arch 'neath the High H[C]eaven's r[Gm]ich Em [Bb]blazonry[Dm]
The f[Gm]lowery mead[Bb]ow, Em b[Dm]rac'd by the horizon[C], s[Gm]nowflaked and a[Bb]ery mountains[Dm]
[Gm]In w[Bb]hich the [Dm]barebreasted maidens da[C]nce to the [Gm]lay o'mi[Bb]dsummer[Dm]
[Gm]Aloft the d[Bb]istant lazy f[Dm]lapping of the doves[C] in v[Gm]ainglore[Bb][Dm]
[(] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [C] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [)]
[Dm]O Canvas, wherefore canst thou[F] these images[Eb] not allow?
[Dm]I de Em a projectio[F]n of my Theatr[Eb]e they should be
[Dm]Then, I challenge thee the wisdom[F] of naysaying[Eb] the yearns o' mine
[Db]What is this unforseen that not[F] enjoineth light shade[Eb]s to bes killfully painted?
[(] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [C] [Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [)]
[Gm]The [Bb]raven sky p[Dm]rey'd on by the snowfill'd[C], [Gm]blustery clouds[Bb]
Unad[Dm]orned the meadow - hunger driveth the [Gm]wolf out of the wo[Bb]od
The [Dm]maidens chained and whipped withi[C]n a d[Gm]reary dungeon[Bb]
And, lo! 'twixt the w[Dm]izen roses a mossy grave:
[Gm]"The D[Bb]evil is as [Dm]Black as he Painteth."
[Gm]O C[Bb]anvas! w[Dm]herefore?
[Gm]"The D[Bb]evil is as [Dm]Black as he Painteth."
[Gm]O C[Bb]anvas! w[Dm]herefore?
