A Diviner Face
How strange it is to think that of ten thousand races,
Each lovely for itself, and each with its own graces,
One face stands out supreme:
How strange it is to think my steps have followed after
Face upon face, till love was changed to tears or laughter,
And yet this face outstrips my wildest dream.
It is as if a man might worship flower on flower
God smiling all the while in some eternal bower,
Some moonlit heavenly place:
Then on a sudden God, the moment ripe for meeting,
Puts beauty past aside, and to the deep soul beating
Reveals for ever a diviner face.
Each lovely for itself, and each with its own graces,
One face stands out supreme:
How strange it is to think my steps have followed after
Face upon face, till love was changed to tears or laughter,
And yet this face outstrips my wildest dream.
It is as if a man might worship flower on flower
God smiling all the while in some eternal bower,
Some moonlit heavenly place:
Then on a sudden God, the moment ripe for meeting,
Puts beauty past aside, and to the deep soul beating
Reveals for ever a diviner face.
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