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'when, Looking Deeply In Thy Face' Post by :Riggie Category :Poems Author :George Parsons Lathrop Date :July 2011 Read :3421

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"when, Looking Deeply In Thy Face"

When, looking deeply in thy face,
I catch the undergleam of grace
That grows beneath the outward glance,
Long looking, lost as in a trance
Of long desires that fleet and meet
Around me like the fresh and sweet
White showers of rain which, vanishing,
'Neath heaven's blue arches whirl, in spring;
Suddenly then I seem to know
Of some new fountain's overflow
In grassy basins, with a sound
That leads my fancy, past all bound,
Into a region of retreat
From this my life's bewildered heat.
Oh if my soul might always draw
From those deep fountains full of awe,
The current of my days should rise
Unto the level of thine eyes!

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George Parsons Lathrop's poem: "When, Looking Deeply In Thy Face"

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