Even her humanity was half divine: Her spirit opened to the Spirit in all, Her nature felt all Nature as its own.

The sacrifice of suffering and desire Earth offers to the immortal Ecstasy Began again beneath the eternal Hand.

On the bare peak where Self is alone with Nought And life has no sense and love no place to stand, She must plead her case upon extinction's verge, In the world's death-cave uphold life's helpless claim And vindicate her right to be and love.

There had she grown to the stature of her spirit: The genius of titanic silences Steeping her soul in its wide loneliness Had shown to her her self's bare reality And mated her with her environment.

Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps; Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight Poured a supernal beauty on men's lives.

At once she was the stillness and the word, A continent of self-diffusing peace, An ocean of untrembling virgin fire; The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.