In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.
At the Gate of the Convent: And Other Poems (ed. 1885)
In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.
At the Gate of the Convent: And Other Poems (ed. 1885)