Volume one Spiritual Tales

... For I have seen In lonely places, and in lonelier hours, Beyond the involving veils of day and night Circumfluent o’er the shadowy drift of years, My vision of the rainbow-aureoled face Of her whom men name Beauty: proud, austere, Inviolate, immortal, undismayed By the swift-eddying dust of wandering Time— Dim vision of the flawless, perfect Face, Divinely fugitive, that haunts the world And lifts man’s spiral thought to lovelier dreams.