To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse Poem by Sara Teasdale

To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse

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Was ever any face like this before —
So light a veiling for the soul within,
So pure and yet so pitiful for sin?
They say the soul will pass the Heavy Door,
And yearning upward, learn creation's lore —
The body buried 'neath the earthly din.
But thine shall live forever, it hath been
So near the soul, and shall be evermore.
Oh eyes that see so far thro' misted tears,
Oh Death, behold, these eyes can never die!
Yea, tho' your kiss shall rob these lips of breath,
Their faint, sad smile will still elude thee, Death.
Behold the perfect flower this neck uprears,
And bow thy head and pass the wonder by.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 28 June 2019

But thine shall live forever, it hath been So near the soul, and shall be evermore. a very fine poem full of emotions. tony

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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