“This Is The Face Of Her”

This is the face of her I’ve dreamed of long That in my heart I bear: This is the face of her Pictured in song.

Look on the lily lids, The eyes of dawn,-- Deep as a Nereid’s, Swimming with dewy lids In waters wan.

Look on the brows of snow, The locks of night: Only the gods can show Such brows of placid snow, Such locks of light.

The cheeks, like rosy moons; The lips of fire: Love sighs no sweeter tunes Under romantic moons Than these suspire.

Loved lips and eyes and hair! Look, this is she! She, who sits smiling there, Throned in my heart’s despair, Never for me!