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Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee, / Trembling I waken to a mystery, / How through one door we go to life or death / 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 passes mourns its wasted hour.
And, ah, to think how thin the veil that lies / Between the pain of hell and paradise!
Where the cool grass my aching head embowers / God sings the lovely carol of the flowers.