WE never met; yet to my soul <br />Thy name hath been a voice of singing, <br />And ever to thy glorious lays <br />The echoes of my heart are ringing. <br /> <br />We never met; yet is thy face, <br />Thy pictured face, before me now; <br />Strangely, like life, I almost see <br />The dark curls wave upon thy brow! <br /> <br />This face reveals that poet-life, <br />Still deepening, still rising higher, <br />A breathing from thy soul of song, <br />A glow from out thy heart of fire! <br /> <br />And yet, unlike thy portraiture <br />I would thy living face might be, <br />For ever, as I gaze on this, <br />Thine eyes are turned away from me.<br /><br />Grace Greenwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-to/
