HER FACE AND BROW

By James Whitcomb Riley

Ah, help me! but her face and brow

Are lovelier than lilies are

Beneath the light of moon and star

That smile as they are smiling now —

White lilies in a pallid swoon

Of sweetest white beneath the moon —

White lilies, in a flood of bright

Pure lucidness of liquid light

Cascading down some plenilune,

When all the azure overhead

Blooms like a dazzling daisy-bed.—

So luminous her face and brow,

The luster of their glory, shed

In memory, even, blinds me now.