Sweet face, uplifted to the star-lit sky, So still, so white upon the dusky air, Why cam'st thou here? And eyes of Italy, What are the thoughts that in your depths ye bear? Sweet face, so like the dream-love we have known, So like the visioned Juliet of our hearts, Thou seem'st to shine for each of us, alone, From each to ask that trust which never parts. We leave the glare of gas, the crowd, the talk; We fly back through the years, -- beyond the sea; Led by the moon where gentle breezes walk Across this southern land, how daintily! And Romeos are we all. O lady fair, On this one night 'tis we who leap the wall, Spy thy white presence, like a saint in air, And hear thy voice, which is our passion's call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |