One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel;— every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
The girl in all of the artist canvass is nameless. Saying that these camasses are not of someone that the artist knows or sees but it is how he hopes to see a girl or as in imagines to see her.
In An Artists Studio