AN ANGEL OF PERUGINO.

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.