"Thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,
With their rains)
and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race--
Thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place In the new Heavens..."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Sonnets from the Portuguese"