When I too long have looked upon your face, <br />Wherein for me a brightness unobscured <br />Save by the mists of brightness has its place, <br />And terrible beauty not to be endured, <br />I turn away reluctant from your light, <br />And stand irresolute, a mind undone, <br />A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight <br />From having looked too long upon the sun. <br />Then is my daily life a narrow room <br />In which a little while, uncertainly, <br />Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, <br />Among familiar things grown strange to me <br />Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, <br />Till I become accustomed to the dark.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-too-long-have-looked-upon-your-face/
