See him threading through the viewing artists
In the hanging room - Mr Turner, scalpel
In his hand! Before his own marine
He stops, and boldly lays a crimson charge
Upon the waterscape of ship and sea -
Then turns in satisfaction and retires.
The company he leaves is in amaze
To see the desecration he has wrought -
But, as they wonder at his aim, he's back,
And with his thumb produces from his daub
A heaving buoy afloat upon the main,
Which underscores the drama at a stroke
And shows how genius may work its way.
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