Re-issue of the Shorter Stories of Fiona Macleod rearranged, with additional tales _... For I have seen In lonely places, and in lonelier hours, Beyond the involving veils of day and night Circumfluent o’er the shadowy drift of years, My vision of the rainbow-aureoled face Of her whom men name Beauty: proud, austere, Inviolate, immortal, undismayed By the swift-eddying dust of wandering Time— Dim vision of the flawless, perfect Face, Divinely fugitive, that haunts the world And lifts man’s spiral thought to lovelier dreams._…
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