Poems with rhymes of faces

Crying from your hiding places --
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces.

Strangers assume your phantom faces,
You grin at me from daylight places,

Look where the rash wind chases
With clouds the climbing sun!
The day makes merry faces—

In my hands I take their faces,
Smiling to my smiles they run.
Would that I could take their places

My Daphne's brow enthrones the Graces,
My Daphne's beauty stains all faces,

And round red faces;
Big substantial
Sit-down-places;

My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces,
My Daphne's Beauty staines all Faces,

Their wind comes in our faces,---
Till our hearts turn,---our head, with pulses burning,
And the walls turn in their places---

Fiend and tiger faces,
Monsters plotting bloodshed for
The patient toiling races.

Come, bud, show me the least of her traces,
Treasure my lady's lightest footfall!
---Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces---

Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.

Roszak sees fear in some teacher’s faces,
Computers may soon take their places.

The angels keep their ancient places--
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,

Learn three-mile pray'rs, an' half-mile graces,
Wi' weel-spread looves, an' lang, wry faces;

And flatterers in to men's faces;
And backbiters in secret places,

Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spice from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

With grim, hard-bitten faces,
With jests of savage mirth,
They swept into their places,

Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races--
Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome,
Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! faces

In the lonely, silent places
Men lift up their glad, wet faces,

These blasphemed and fought for places;
Those, half-crush'd, cast frantic faces,