Have I not seen your face before Where Perugino's angels stand In those calm circles, and adore With singing throat and lifted hand, And pale hair folded crescent-wise, About the placid forehead curled, And the pale piety of eyes Steadfast with peace upon the world? I pause and watch you as you lean Out of the doorway of your house, With eyes grown happier to have seen The Umbrian halo on your brows. |