LO, haply walking in some clattering street -- Where throngs of men and women dumbly pass, Like shifting pictures seen within a glass Which leave no trace behind -- one seems to meet, In roads once trodden by our mutual feet, A face projected from that shadowy mass Of faces, quite familiar as it was, Which beaming on us stands out clear and sweet. The face of faces we again behold That lit our life when life was very fair, And leaps our heart toward eyes and mouth and hair: Oblivious of the undying love grown cold, Or body sheeted in the churchyard mould, We stretch out yearning hands and grasp -- the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY GERARDA by ELOISE ALBERTA VERONICA BIBB THE MEANING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE PITCHER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO CHARLES BURNEY by FRANCES (FANNY) BURNEY FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 3 by JOHN BYROM |