HE faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken Pierces the crust of this existence through) And smiled beyond on that his genius knew Ere mated with his being. Conscious then Of his high theme alone, he smiled again Straight back upon himself in many a hue And tint, and light and shade, which slowly grew Enfeatured of a fair girl's face, as when First time she smiles for love's sake with no fear. So wrought he, witless that behind him leant A woman, with old features, dim and sear, And glamoured eyes that felt the brimming tear, And with a voice, like some sad instrument, That sighing said, "I'm dead there; love me here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY |