 | [Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde |  |
But now I see thee face to face
Thou art indeed a thing divine
An eye pervading time and space
And an angelic look are thine,
Ready to seize, compare, combine,
Essence and form—and yet a trace
Of grief and care a shadowy line
Dims thy bright forehead's heavenly grace.
Thou art indeed a thing divine
An eye pervading time and space
And an angelic look are thine,
Ready to seize, compare, combine,
Essence and form—and yet a trace
Of grief and care a shadowy line
Dims thy bright forehead's heavenly grace.
| [Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | |