Song 

I filled my heart with fantasy,
And when the maiden life went by
I trembled so from head to toe,
I dared not lift an eye;
Remotest fancy seemed more clear
Than this that walked so near—

The twilit face of Adam’s seed,
Where the old conflict is renewed
And battle thunders as of old
About the pillar of the world,
The will, that centred in her heart,
Holds chaos and the night apart.



Source: O'Connor, Frank; Three Old Brothers and Other Poems; 1936;
London; Thomas Nelson & Sons Ltd.; p.38