AN ANGEL OF PERUGINO.

By Arthur Symons

HAVE I not seen your face before

Where Perugino's angels stand

In those calm circles, and adore

With singing throat and lifted hand?

So the pale hair lay crescent-wise,

About the placid forehead curled,

And the pale piety of eyes

Was as God's peace upon the world.

And you, a simple child serene,

Wander upon your quiet way,

Nor know that any eyes have seen

The Umbrian halo crown the day.