IMAGE of beauty, when I gaze on thee,
Trembling I waken to a mystery,
How through one door we go to life or d**h
By spirit kindled or the sensual breath.
Image of beauty, when my way I go;
No single joy or sorrow do I know:
Elate for freedom leaps the starry power,
The life which pa**es mourns its wasted hour.
And, ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and paradise!
Where the cool gra** my aching head embowers
God sings the lovely carol of the flowers.