Littell's Living Age/Volume 143/Issue 1852/Familiar Faces

I know the words are beautiful, That those well-chosen rhymes Fall smoothly clear, and musical As softly calling chimes.

But seldom now I heed the flow Of rhymes so often told, Although the thoughts that lie below Seem sweeter than of old.

'Tis much the same, O friend, with you: I often hardly see How darkly fringed and deeply blue The eyes you turn on me.

Yes, words and faces that we know Will pall at times, I fear: 'Tis thoughts and souls that do but grow More intimately dear.