HOW was this I did not see Such a look as here was shown Ere its womanhood had blown Past its first felicity? - That I did not know you young, Faded Face, Know you young! Why did Time so ill bestead That I heard no voice of yours Hail from out the curved contours Of those lips when rosy red; Weeted not the songs they sung, Faded Face, Songs they sung! By these blanchings, blooms of old, And the relics of your voice - Leavings rare of rich and choice From your early tone and mould - Let me mourn, - aye, sorrow-wrung, Faded Face, Sorrow-wrung! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE CASTLE OF DONEGAL by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PREMATURE REJOICING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, BOTH IN BIRTH AND VIRTUE, EARL OF CUMBERLAND by THOMAS CAMPION |