I HAVE not heard her voice, nor seen her face, Nor touched her hand; And yet some echo of her woman's grace I understand. I have no picture of her lovelihood, Her smile, her tint; But that she is both beautiful and good I have true hint. In all that my friend thinks and says, I see Her mirror true; His thought of her is gentle; she must be All gentle too. In all his grief or laughter, work or play, Each mood and whim, How brave and tender, day by common day, She speaks through him! Therefore I say I know her, be her face Or dark or fair -- For when he shows his heart's most secret place I see her there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FLIGHT OF THE WAR-EAGLE by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER YOUTH AND KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE ON KNOWING WHEN TO STOP by L. J. BRIDGMAN THE EMPIRE STATE by LUCY BURGMAN |