out my hand and it went on into nothing. That door, sir,

She was a Goddess of the infant world;

By her in stature the tall Amazon

Had stood a pigmy's height; she would have ta'en

Achilles by the hair and bent his neck;

Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel.

Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx,

Pedestal'd haply in a palace court,

When sages look'd to Egypt for their lore.