"It was as if the splendour of her eyes had grown too much for them to hold, and, sinking into her countenance, made it flash with a loveliness like that of Beatrice in the white rose of the redeemed. Life itself, life eternal, immortal, streamed from it, an unbroken lightning....Her beauty was overpowering; I was glad when she turned it from me."

-- George MacDonald, Lilith