HOW was this I did not see Such a look as here was shown Ere its womanhood had blown Past its first felicity? - That I did not know you young, Faded Face, Know you young! Why did Time so ill bestead That I heard no voice of yours Hail from out the curved contours Of those lips when rosy red; Weeted not the songs they sung, Faded Face, Songs they sung! By these blanchings, blooms of old, And the relics of your voice - Leavings rare of rich and choice From your early tone and mould - Let me mourn, - aye, sorrow-wrung, Faded Face, Sorrow-wrung! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |