“WHEN, LOOKING DEEPLY IN THY FACE.”

When, looking deeply in thy face,

I catch the undergleam of grace

That grows beneath the outward glance,

Long looking, lost as in a trance

Of long desires that fleet and meet

Around me like the fresh and sweet

White showers of rain which, vanishing,

‘ Neath heaven's blue arches whirl, in spring;

Suddenly then I seem to know

Of some new fountain's overflow

In grassy basins, with a sound

That leads my fancy, past all bound,

Into a region of retreat

From this my life's bewildered heat.

Oh if my soul might always draw

From those deep fountains full of awe,

The current of my days should rise

Unto the level of thine eyes!