One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. A queen in opal or in ruby dress, A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens, A saint, an angel - every canvas means The same one meaning, neither more nor less. He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the moon and joyful as the light: Nor wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright' Not as she is, but as fills his dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON |