James Whitcomb Riley

7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana

Her Face And Brow

Ah, help me! but her face and brow
Are lovelier than lilies are
Beneath the light of moon and star
That smile as they are smiling now-
White lilies in a pallid swoon
Of sweetest white beneath the moon-
White lilies, in a flood of bright
Pure lucidness of liquid light
Cascading down some plenilune,
When all the azure overhead
Blooms like a dazzling daisy-bed.-
So luminous her face and brow,
The luster of their glory, shed
In memory, even, blinds me now.
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