Author Leonora Speyer It is not you I kiss — not you! — Coming upon you suddenly, Faded as those swift hours we knew, The dawns and dusk, we two! I kiss another face I see — O little face, so young, so true, Shining through that pale effigy! — The face mine used to be. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments