poetry grinder One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. A queen in opal or in ruby dress, A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel - every canvass means The same one meaning, neither more nor less. He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream. This passage is from: Anonymous,: "Beowulf" Anonymous,: "Sir Gawain And The Green Knight" Arnold, Matthew: "Dover Beach" Auden, W H: "As I Walked Out One Evening" Auden, W H: "At The Party" Auden, W H: "Epitaph On A Tyrant" Auden, W H: "Funeral Blues" Auden, W H: "In Memory Of W B Yeats" Auden, W H: "Lullaby" Auden, W H: "Musee Des Beaux Arts" | |
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