Physicians said the chance was very dim That she might ever see the face of him Who had grown dear by painting leaden skies In brilliant colors, lending her his eyes. Her fingers on his face were cool. The tips He kissed as they brushed lightly past his lips, Her fingers could not feel the cruel streak That zagged its fire-marked way across his cheek; And he who thought a broken spirit dies, Had found himself in her unseeing eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON |