To steeple, church, and shrine, The Ravissante!
He saw Her, whom myself saw, but when Spring
Was passing into Fall: not robed and crowned
As, thanks to him, and her you know about,
She stands at present; but She smiled the same.
Thither he turned—to never turn away.
He thought ...
(Suppose I should prefer "He said"?
Along with every act—and speech is act—
There go, a multitude impalpable