ONE face alone, one face alone, <br /> These eyes require; <br />But, when that long’d-for sight is shown, <br /> What fatal fire <br />Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame, <br />That melts each fibre of my wasting frame! <br /> <br />One voice alone, one voice alone, <br /> I pine to hear; <br />But, when its meek mellifluous tone <br /> Usurps mine ear, <br />Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, <br />Which ne’er, till death itself, can be unbound. <br /> <br />One gentle hand, one gentle hand, <br /> I fain would hold; <br />But, when it seems at my command, <br /> My own grows cold; <br />Then low to earth I bend in sickly swoon, <br />Like lilies drooping ’mid the blaze of noon.<br /><br />Sara Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-phantasmion-one-face-alone/
