Where loomed long mysteries of eternity.
His misty brow domed firmamental-wise,
Swelling beneath its locks. ’Twas wondrous fair:
Fair unto tottering thought! His very robes,
Like the unblemished snow, thrice-purged, wherein
Flowed his proportions spacious, moved and shone
Instinct with sinuous life. Hesitantly
I stammered—
“Stranger fair, thy Name! Forgive
My curious temper! Yield me strength to live!”