Pictured
This is the face of her I've dreamed of long; Here in my heart's despair, This is the face of her Pictured in song. Look on the lily lids, The eyes of dawn, Deep as a Nereid's, Swimming with dewy lids In waters wan. Look on the brows of snow, The locks brown-bright; Only young sleep can show Such brows of placid snow, Such locks of night. The cheeks, like rosy moons, The lips of fire; Love thinks no sweeter tunes Under enchanted moons Than their desire. Loved lips and eyes and hair, Lo, this is she! She, who sits smiling there Over my heart's despair, Never for me!
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"This is the face of her..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "Pictured", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...