Here you will find the Poem Her Face. of poet Robert Crawford
There is a something in her face Which in no other I can trace, And feelings sweet as music stir When I gaze in her dreamy eyes, And breathe a perfume, as it were, From flowers in Paradise. At morn, at noon and night it seems As if I moved by faery streams, A strange light on the leaves and grass; As if her life-breath were the air Through which the magic moments pass In her dream-beauty there. It is thought's paradise which she Inhabits like a mystery, Through which my feelings come and go Like tunes which to her pulses stir; And my life day by day, I trow, Is one sweet dream of her.
