Your face to me is like a beautiful city...

Your face to me is like a beautiful city

Dreaming forever by the rough wild sea,

And I the ship upon a wilderness of waves

Heavily laden with memories....

I roam over all the earth

Making rhymes of you, and singing songs,

Because your face will never let me rest,

Because I can not frame it in a star

Surrounded with my cloudy reveries,

Because I may not pluck it like a flower

To breathe the incense of its perfumed soul —

Your face is like the carved hilt of a sword

Whose sheath is in my breast!