The perfect piteous beauty of thy face Is like a star the dawning drives away; Mine eyes may never see in the bright day Thy pallid halo, thy supernal grace; But in the night from forth the silent place Thou comest, dim in dreams, as doth a stray Star of the starry flock that in the gray Is seen, and lost, and seen a moment's space. And as the earth at night turns to a star, Loved long ago, and dearer than the sun, So in the spiritual place afar At night our souls are mingled and made one, And wait till one night fall, and one dawn rise, That brings no noon too splendid for your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH DENIAL [OR, DENIALL] by GEORGE HERBERT THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |