"A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens, a saint, an angel—every canvas means the same one meaning, neither more nor less. He feeds
upon her face by day and night, and she with true kind eyes looks back
on him, fair as the moon and joyful as the light: not wan with waiting,
not with sorrow dim; not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; not
as she is, but as she fills his dream."
- Excerpt from "In an Artist's Studio," by Christina Rossetti
