The Faded Face
How was this I did not see
Such a look as here was shown
Ere its womanhood had blown
Past its first felicity?--
That I did not know you young,
Faded Face,
Know you young!
Why did Time so ill bestead
That I heard no voice of yours
Hail from out the curved contours
Of those lips when rosy red;
Listed not the songs they sung,
Faded Face,
Songs they sung!
By these blanchings, blooms of old,
And the relics of your voice--
Leavings rare of rich and choice
From your early tone and mould--
Let me mourn,--aye, overwrung,
Faded Face,
Such a look as here was shown
Ere its womanhood had blown
Past its first felicity?--
That I did not know you young,
Faded Face,
Know you young!
Why did Time so ill bestead
That I heard no voice of yours
Hail from out the curved contours
Of those lips when rosy red;
Listed not the songs they sung,
Faded Face,
Songs they sung!
By these blanchings, blooms of old,
And the relics of your voice--
Leavings rare of rich and choice
From your early tone and mould--
Let me mourn,--aye, overwrung,
Faded Face,
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