The One Face

By Arthur Symons

Fair faces come again,

As at sunsetting

The Stars without number;

Or as dreams dreamed in vain

To a heart forgetting

Come back with slumber.

Love covered both mine eyes

In a sweet twilight

With his two hands folded;

Foolish to be mol wise,

In the light of thy light

See as my soul did!

Love, that, seeing all,

Sweetly dost cover

The eyes of thy loved ones,

Let me no more recall

The dim hours over

And the one face loved once!

But, having long been blind,

To behold those graces

I have lot with love now,

Let me behold and find

If all fair faces

In the world are enough now!