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The Louvre has never welcomed Michel's art;
Unknown in life, in death he rests apart.
His blues and browns of low-toned, tranquil key
Were harbingers of better things to be.
He was a true Romantic ere the hour
That saw the great Romantics rise to pow'r,
And yet so careless of his climbing name
He left his landscapes to be signed by Fame.
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