Virgin Immaculate,
The peerless splendors of thy soul by far
Outshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star.
THE PILGRIM
By Eleanor Downing
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,
Golden in evening, fairy dome on dome
Poised and irised like the far-flung foam
Lashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast.
Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boast