Face to be studied like Art’s masterpiece, and more,
For somehow it charms one beyond self and toil and the beaten shore.
If I cannot tell,
Nor explain the spell,
In my own heart’s depths
I know why
She has eyes that image, please and edify.
In smiles which come and go and quick return,
I feel the ebb and flow of a fuller Fount and vaster,
The symbols visible of unseen verities,