THY face I have seen as one seeth A face in a dream, Soft drifting before me as drifteth A leaf on the stream: A face such as evermore fleeth From following feet, A face such as hideth and shifteth Evasive and sweet. Thy voice I have heard as one heareth, Afar and apart, The wood-thrush that rapturous poureth The song of his heart; Who heedeth is blest, but who neareth, In wary pursuit, May see where the singer upsoareth, The forest is mute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |