When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause; and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |