Was ever any face like this before — <br />So light a veiling for the soul within, <br />So pure and yet so pitiful for sin? <br />They say the soul will pass the Heavy Door, <br />And yearning upward, learn creation's lore — <br />The body buried 'neath the earthly din. <br />But thine shall live forever, it hath been <br />So near the soul, and shall be evermore. <br />Oh eyes that see so far thro' misted tears, <br />Oh Death, behold, these eyes can never die! <br />Yea, tho' your kiss shall rob these lips of breath, <br />Their faint, sad smile will still elude thee, Death. <br />Behold the perfect flower this neck uprears, <br />And bow thy head and pass the wonder by.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-picture-of-eleanor-duse/
