This woman’s soul
Is white with purity; the snowy bloom
Of a camelia, that feels no disdain
In drawing from this common earth of ours
The sources of its beauty and its life;
Yet with a wise and lofty self-control,
Refuses long to blossom to the sun;
Spreading its glossy leaves to light and air;
Winning a deep, sure knowledge of the world;
Rising with quiet dignity and grace