UNKNOWN FAIR FACES

Though I am faithful to my loves lived through,

And place them among Memory's great stars,

Where burns a face like Hesper: one like Mars:

Of visages I get a moment's view,

Sweet eyes that in the heaven of me, too,

Ascend, tho’ virgin to my life they passed.

Lo, these within my destiny seem glassed

At times so bright, I wish that Hope were new.

A gracious freckled lady, tall and grave,

Went, in a shawl voluminous and white,

Last sunset by; and going sow'd a glance.

Earth is too poor to hold a second chance;

I will not ask for more than Fortune gave:

My heart she goes from — never from my sight!