| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | One Face in the Crowd | | By Glenn Ward Dresbach |
| | | WHERE have I seen your face before? | |
| Why does it seem so out of place | |
| In a room with curtained windows | |
| And a closed door? | |
| Ah, lovely face, | 5 |
| That a star has kissed and the sun, | |
| That the wind has touched with loving fingers, | |
| Still the wonder lingers, lovely one. | |
| |
| I remember. Summer came | |
| With a heart of song and flame. | 10 |
| Boughs were swaying, winds were playing | |
| Little lutes that knew your name— | |
| On a hillside where the grasses | |
| Waved into the waves of sea | |
| |
| And the sea waved into skies … | 15 |
| Now it all comes back to me, | |
| As I look into your eyes | |
| As I looked into them then … | |
| Wonder goes to come again. | |
| |
| Long ago, long ago, | 20 |
| On the hillside near the sea, | |
| What did we talk of? | |
| Was it love? | |
| Or did we stand there silently? | |
| So it seems to me | 25 |
| As I look on you today. | |
| Wonder comes, words go away. | | | | |
|
|
