William Butler Yeats once dreamed of becoming, when he died,
. . . such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Visitors to the darkened halls of the Baltimore Museum of Art last week found them aglimmer with the forms that Grecian goldsmiths once made. Assembled by Baltimore's Walters Art Gallery, the museum show was the biggest and best exhibition of Early Christian and...
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