“Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee,
Trembling I waken to a mystery,
How through one door we go to life or death
By spirit kindled or the sensual breath.”

The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)

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Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and artistic painter 1867–1935

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