THE sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wander'd by, The fairest star upon the brow of night, Joying and sparkling from his sphere on high, The softest glances of the stockdove's eye, The lily pure, the marybud gold-bright, The gush of song that floodeth all the sky From the dear flutterer mounted out of sight, -- Are not so pleasure-stirring to the thought, Not to the wounded soul so full of balm, As one frail glimpse, by painful straining caught Along the past's deep mist-enfolded calm, Of that sweet face, not visibly defined, But rising clearly on the inner mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |