When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face Comments

Lovely poem, beautifully crafted.

Touched divine, and in doing so everything else feels drab.

Yes, because he will be so old that his mind is slipping away.

The last few lines point to a declining mind, it seems to me, after days of brightness and light.

Passionate and elegant, dear Edna. Thanks for sharing.

Amazes me how well Millay can put into words all the ways love muddles the heart and the mind. Truly a great poet!