the greyhound, caught in their infinite chase through the shaded vaults— when we, too, rise I am mad with desire. For what? Today, I collapsed at the endless hem of His great robes— and prayed, but could only find myself repeating Let me do better, Let me be with You, Let me do better by You, and When I left, I saw those sallow panels of the West Window, finally, for their dim bone-whiteness, an angel descended and, one by one, kissed my many eyes.