Oh flower-sweet face and bended flower-like head! <br />Oh violet whose purple cannot pale, <br />Or forest fragrance ever faint or fail, <br />Or breath and beauty pass among the dead! <br />Yea, very truly has the poet said, <br />No mist of years or might of death avail <br />To darken beauty — brighter thro' the veil <br />We see the glimmer of its-wings outspread. <br />Oh face embowered and shadowed by thy hair, <br />Some lotus blossom on a darkened stream! <br />If ever I have pictured in a dream <br />My guardian angel, she is like to this, <br />Her eyes know joy, yet sorrow lingers there, <br />And on her lips the shadow of a kiss.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-picture-of-eleonora-duse-as/
