Poems (Kemble)/To the Picture of a Lady
TO THE PICTURE OF A LADY.
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet, With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air, And billowy tresses of thy golden hair, Which once to see, is never to forget!But for short space I gazed, with soul intent Upon thee j and the limner's art divine, Meantime, poured all thy spirit into mine. But once I gazed, then on my way I went: And thou art still before me. Like a dream Of what our soul has loved, and lost for ever, Thy vision dwells with me, and though I never May be so blest as to behold thee more, That one short look has stamped thee in my heart, Of my intensest life a living part, Which time, and death, shall never triumph o'er.