Again I see her face among the crowd, The titled nose, the gay and changing eyes, And I am moved to call, to cry aloud So great the likeness, painful my surprise. It isn't she, nor yet her slender ghost, No magic brings her, vital, from the dead; But someone smiles within the hurrying host And there is warmth I thought forever fled. My heart is lightened, glad there should remain Of such bright beauty some essential trace, That thieving Death his treasure took in vain; That all she was and all her special grace Now lives and moves again, is mirrored plain In sudden sweetness on a stranger's face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY |