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...THE PATRIOT; AN OLD STORY by ROBERT BROWNING QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON |