|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|George William (A. E.) Russell. (18671935)|
| Our hearts were drunk with a beauty|
Our eyes could never see.
| The unknown God.|
| Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies|
Between the pain of hell and paradise!
| Oh, I am so old, meseems|
I am next of kin to Time.
| The Grey Eros.|
| She sat with hands as if to bless,|
And looked with grave ethereal eyes;
Ensouled by ancient Quietness,
A gentle priestess of the Wise.
| Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,|
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
| We are in the calm and proud possession of eternal things.|