A Photograph
When in this room I turn in pondering pace And find thine eyes upon me where I stand, Led on, as by Enemo's silken strand, I come and gaze and gaze upon thy face. Framed round by silence, poised on pearl-white grace Of curving throat, too sweet for beaded band, It seems as if some wizard's magic wand Had wrought thee for the love of all the race. Dear face, that will not turn about to see The tulips, glorying in the casement sun, Or, other days, the drizzled raindrops run Down the damp walls, but follow only me, Would that Pygmalion's goddess might be won To change this lifeless image into thee!
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"When in this room I turn in pondering pace..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Charles McNeill delivers a powerful performance in "A Photograph"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...