Not passionate, but pure as lilies are.
Transparent flames are surely just as pure
As icicles; and something of the rich
And brilliant glow of her own nature fell
On everyone about her, till they stood
Transfigured in her eyes, with glory caught
From her own loveliness. She was not keen
To judge of human nature; she believed
All men were noble; and a thousand times
The poor heart would have offered up its all