MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

By Charles Sangster


 

PRETTY FACES.



I could gaze on pretty faces,
     Mark their sweetness all day long;
Though they vied not with the Graces,
     They should mingle with my song.
     Where the lips are slightly pouting,

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          Where the full, dark eye, is bright—
     Bright and soft as morn and even—
          Bright and dark as noon and night:
          Pretty faces! pretty faces
               Having such delights as these,

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          Though they be not perfect Graces,
               Often conquer, often please.

I have gazed on pretty faces,
     Marked their sweetness by the hour,
Searching out the hidden traces

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     Of their deep, mysterious power.
     Where the brow is that of Woman,
          Whereon Thought is throned serene,
     Where the eyes deep truths are speaking,
          And the lips in smiles are seen:

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          Pretty faces! pretty faces
               Having such fair gifts as these,
          Though they be not perfect Graces
               Always conquer, always please. [Page 117]