HAVE I not seen your face before
Where Perugino's angels stand
In those calm circles, and adore
With singing throat and lifted hand?
So the pale hair lay crescent-wise,
About the placid forehead curled,
And the pale piety of eyes
Was as God's peace upon the world.
And you, a simple child serene,
Wander upon your quiet way,
Nor know that any eyes have seen
The Umbrian halo crown the day.