WHEN of some lovely landscape unforgot A shadowy sketch I see, my thought divines Clear sunshine gleaming through the pencilled lines And cool green shade, where seems a shapeless blot: I know how morning pierced that sheltered grot, How noonday glowed between the tufted pines: And even so, your cold grey portrait shines With tints unseen by those who know you not. They cannot see the apple-blossom cheek, The eyes of midnight blue, the sun-lit hair; Grave are the lips, and will not smile or speak: And yet to me the pictured face is fair: I conned that May-tide bloom when last we met, And all the eye saw then, the heart sees yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |