Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Love in a Look

Let me but feel thy look’s embrace, 
Transparent, pure, and warm, 
And I’ll not ask to touch thy face,
Or fold thee with mine arm.
For in thine eyes a girl doth rise,
Arrayed in candid bliss,
And draws me to her with a charm
More close than any kiss. 

A loving-cup of golden wine,
Songs of a silver brook,
And fragrant breaths of eglantine,
Are mingled in thy look.
More fair they are than any star,
Thy topaz eyes divine --
And deep within their trysting-nook
Thy spirit blends with mine.

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2. Portrait and Reality
3. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
4. Dulcis Memoria
5. To Julia Marlowe

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