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.