AN ANGEL OF PERUGINO.HAVE I not seen your face beforeWhere Perugino’s angels standIn those calm circles, and adoreWith singing throat and lifted hand?So the pale hair lay crescent-wise,About the placid forehead curled,And the pale piety of eyesWas as God’s peace upon the world.And you, a simple child serene,Wander upon your quiet way,Nor know that any eyes have seenThe Umbrian halo crown the day.
HAVE I not seen your face beforeWhere Perugino’s angels standIn those calm circles, and adoreWith singing throat and lifted hand?
So the pale hair lay crescent-wise,About the placid forehead curled,And the pale piety of eyesWas as God’s peace upon the world.
And you, a simple child serene,Wander upon your quiet way,Nor know that any eyes have seenThe Umbrian halo crown the day.