Locate your love, you lose your love, Find her, you look away; Now mine I never quite discern, But trace her every day. She has a thousand presences, As surely seen and heard As birds that hide behind a leaf Or leaves that hide a bird. Single your love, you lose your love, You cloak her face with clay; Now mine I never quite discern -- And never look away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |