Through the window-pane I see your face, Its outline a little vague In the dimness of the shadow. But the whiteness of your skin Is like a clean ship's sail, With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over Standing out in the darkness of a night. And your eyes, I see them like two golden bowls, them. As I pass out into the blackness, I wonder if I have ever really known you -- Or if you exist at all, And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain. And the unreality of you comes over me, Like a mist upon a lonely sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY TO YOUTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR NAMELESS PAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |