There was a look upon her face Of gardens that are touched by frost -- A look that shot a pang through hearts The loved her most. And yet it wore the loveliness Of all that is subdued by time -- A beauty that can never yield To age or rime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |