drksmerida
2009-04-19 21:14:24 UTC
' Yea for a dream. Last night methought I saw
That maiden Saint who stands with lily in hand
In yonder shrine. All round her prest the dark.
And all the light upon her silver face
Flow'd from the spiritual lily that she held.
Lo ! these her emblems drew mine eyes away :
For see, how perfect-pure ! As light a flush
As hardly tints the blossom of the quince
Would mar their charm of stainless maidenhood.'
That's the passage I am trying to figure out what he means by "As light a flush As hardly tints the blossom of the quince
Would mar their charm of stainless maidenhood.' "