58341: The One Remains

<p dir="ltr"> I sometimes think of those pale, perfect faces<br> My wonder has not looked upon, as yet;<br> And of those others never to be met;<br> And often pore I on the secret traces<br> Left in my heart, of countenances seen,<br> And lost as soon as seen,---but which mine eye<br> Remembers as my old home, or the lie<br> Of landscapes whereupon my windows lean.<br> And as for those long known and worshipped long,<br> But now, alas! no longer, and the song<br> Of voices that have said 'Adieu, we part,'<br> Their reminiscences would cease my heart,<br> Except I still hoped find, some time, some place,<br> All beauty, once for ever, in one face.</p>