Upon the road of my life, br Passed me many fair creatures, br Clothed all in white, and radiant. br To one, finally, I made speech: br "Who art thou?" br But she, like the others, br Kept cowled her face, br And answered in haste, anxiously, br "I am good deed, forsooth; br You have often seen me." br "Not uncowled," I made reply. br And with rash and strong hand, br Though she resisted, br I drew away the veil br And gazed at the features of vanity.