CHAPTER IX THE MAKING OF AN ENGLISHWOMAN
"Then he stood up, and trod to dust
Fear and desire, mistrust and trust,
And dreams of bitter sleep and sweet,
And bound for sandals on his feet
Knowledge and patience of what must
And what things may be, in the heat
And cold of years that rot and rust
And alter; and his spirit's meat
Was freedom, and his staff was wrought
Of strength, and his cloak woven of thought."
Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Prelude, "Songs before Sunrise."