Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Descriptive Poems: II. Nature and ArtLeonardos Monna Lisa
Edward Dowden (18431913)M
Of knowing thee be absolute: I wait
Hour-long and waste a soul. What word of fate
Hides ’twixt the lips which smile and still forbear?
Secret perfection! Mystery too fair!
Tangle the sense no more, lest I should hate
The delicate tyranny, the inviolate
Poise of thy folded hands, the fallen hair.
Nay, nay,—I wrong thee with rough words; still be
Serene, victorious, inaccessible;
Still smile but speak not; lightest irony
Lurk ever ’neath thy eyelids’ shadow; still
O’ertop our knowledge; Sphinx of Italy,
Allure us and reject us at thy will!