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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Angel Faces</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I SHALL not paint them. God them sees, and I: <br>No other can, nor need. They have no form, <br>I may not close with human kisses warm <br>Their eyes which shine afar or from on high, <br>But never will shine nearer till I die. <br>How long, how long! See, I am growing old; <br>I have quite ceased to note in my hair's fold <br>The silver threads that there in ambush lie; <br>Some angel faces bent from heaven would pine <br>To trace the sharp lines graven upon mine; <br>What matter? in the wrinkles ploughed by care <br>Let age tread after, sowing immortal seeds; <br>All this life's harvest yielded, wheat or weeds, <br>Is reaped, methinks: at my little field lies bare. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BUT in the night time, 'twixt it and the stars, <br>The angel faces still come glimmering by; <br>No death-pale shadow, no averted eye <br>Marking the inevitable doom that bars <br>Me from them. Not a cloud their aspect mars; <br>And my sick spirit walks with them hand in hand <br>By the cool waters of a pleasant land: <br>Sings with them o'er again, without its jars, <br>The psalm of life, that ceased, as one by one <br>Their voices, dropping off, left mine alone <br>With dull monotonous wail to grieve the air. <br>O solitary love, that art so strong, <br>I think God will have pity on thee erelong, <br>And take thee where thou'lt find those angel faces fair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>

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