User:Phaedriel/Today/July 29, 2007

There dwelt at Bethlehem a Jewish maid

And Zillah was her name, so passing fair

That all Judea spake the damsel's praise.

He who had seen her eyes' dark radiance

How quick it spake the soul, and what a soul

Beam'd in its mild effulgence, woe was he!

For not in solitude, for not in crowds,

Might he escape remembrance, or avoid

Her imaged form that followed every where,

And fill'd the heart, and fix'd the absent eye.

Robert Southey