Ah, help me! but her face and brow <br />Are lovelier than lilies are <br />Beneath the light of moon and star <br />That smile as they are smiling now-- <br />White lilies in a pallid swoon <br />Of sweetest white beneath the moon-- <br />White lilies, in a flood of bright <br />Pure lucidness of liquid light <br />Cascading down some plenilune, <br />When all the azure overhead <br />Blooms like a dazzling daisy-bed.-- <br />So luminous her face and brow, <br />The luster of their glory, shed <br />In memory, even, blinds me now.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-face-and-brow/
