“A Face”

By |2020-05-07T12:13:49-05:00May 7th, 2020|Categories: Poetry|

If one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pale gold, Such as the Tuscan’s early art prefers! No shade encroaching on the matchless mould Of those two lips, which should be opening soft In the pure profile; not as when she laughs, For that spoils all: but rather as [...]