Clear windows catch your figure as you go Along the streets in any crowded space, You know this blade of starlight clothed with grace Is your own essence. Cloakroom mirrors show Forms in the background walking to and fro. And in the foreground you can see your face As others, edging, set their veils in place And stand like shadows near you seeming slow -- And loath -- to catch the sunburst glory there To see the strange eyes and the coppery hair. Perhaps you do not know how then they stand Staring wholehearted, while the lights have spanned This lovely image searching through and through, And your still face casts its cool look at you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN |