WHEN of some lovely landscape unforgot A shadowy sketch I see, my thought divines Clear sunshine gleaming through the pencilled lines And cool green shade, where seems a shapeless blot: I know how morning pierced that sheltered grot, How noonday glowed between the tufted pines: And even so, your cold grey portrait shines With tints unseen by those who know you not. They cannot see the apple-blossom cheek, The eyes of midnight blue, the sun-lit hair; Grave are the lips, and will not smile or speak: And yet to me the pictured face is fair: I conned that May-tide bloom when last we met, And all the eye saw then, the heart sees yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |