An English Madonna By James Hinton [i.e. George Barlow] |
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XCIII.
“LOVE'S PORTRAIT.”
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XCIII. “LOVE'S PORTRAIT.”
Yes: thine is such a face that never, having seen it,
Though all the wings of Time's vast legions rose between it
And memory, could it fail
To dawn upon the sight for ever and for ever:
A face it is that mocks Art's passionate endeavour
And leaves the soul that sees it glad and pale.
Though all the wings of Time's vast legions rose between it
And memory, could it fail
To dawn upon the sight for ever and for ever:
A face it is that mocks Art's passionate endeavour
And leaves the soul that sees it glad and pale.
Glad with a new strange sense of what the hand of Nature
Can work in mystic charm of brow and eyes and feature
And smile more sweet than these:—
Pale with a trembling sense that even the mightiest passion,
Most ardent wealth of words, can only in far-off fashion
Divulge the beauty that the deep soul sees.
Can work in mystic charm of brow and eyes and feature
And smile more sweet than these:—
Pale with a trembling sense that even the mightiest passion,
Most ardent wealth of words, can only in far-off fashion
Divulge the beauty that the deep soul sees.
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