Poems (Bibesco)/XI Vision

by Elizabeth Bibesco

XI VISION

The days are gone when I could see your face—
When all your loveliness was in my eyes,
A phantom image, dancing into space,
Fleeing from certainty to seek surprise.

Your face is gone for you are with me here.
My eyes are shut; kneeling I ask for grace—
If I was blind with sight forgive me, dear.
The days are gone when I could see your face.