When I too long have looked upon your face, br Wherein for me a brightness unobscured br Save by the mists of brightness has its place, br And terrible beauty not to be endured, br I turn away reluctant from your light, br And stand irresolute, a mind undone, br A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight br From having looked too long upon the sun. br Then is my daily life a narrow room br In which a little while, uncertainly, br Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, br Among familiar things grown strange to me br Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, br Till I become accustomed to the dark.