Through the window-pane I see your face, Its outline a little vague In the dimness of the shadow. But the whiteness of your skin Is like a clean ship's sail, With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over Standing out in the darkness of a night. And your eyes, I see them like two golden bowls, them. As I pass out into the blackness, I wonder if I have ever really known you -- Or if you exist at all, And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain. And the unreality of you comes over me, Like a mist upon a lonely sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE ON LORD HAY'S BIRTHDAY by JAMES BEATTIE HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IMAGINATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |