Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet, <br />With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air, <br />And billowy tresses of thy golden hair, <br />Which once to see, is never to forget! <br />But for short space I gazed, with soul intent <br />Upon thee; and the limner's art divine, <br />Meantime, poured all thy spirit into mine. <br />But once I gazed, then on my way I went: <br />And thou art still before me. Like a dream <br />Of what our soul has loved, and lost for ever, <br />Thy vision dwells with me, and though I never <br />May be so blest as to behold thee more, <br />That one short look has stamped thee in my heart, <br />Of my intensest life a living part, <br />Which time, and death, shall never triumph o'er.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-picture-of-a-lady/
