Over those hundred foothills rolling like the sea.
“Where mountains are, door after door
Unlocks within me, opens wide
And leaves no difference in my heart,” she said,
“From anything outside.”
Not only Celia, speaking, taught me these
The tenets of her beauty; but her life was such
That I believed as by a palpable touch
That heals and tends.
Not better nor more learned nor more wise