Once, in my darkest hour, in some dim place Of tears, I saw the light upon Her face. Picture or painted glass, I cannot tell. I only know it saved my soul from hell. Oh, not the painter's hand! It was his mind That through his darkness on my darkness shined; But, through his mind, the love I could not see, The face he saw in heaven, looked down on me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |