What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it th — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it th — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it th — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it th — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it th — Roman Payne, The Wanderess
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What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face could be born.

— Roman Payne, The Wanderess
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