Modern and Contemporary Drawings

To glide, like a sunbeam of the seventh Heaven, down to my side

And the soul of the rose went into my blood ... (preliminary drawing no. 1)

She came to the village church, and sat by a pillar alone ... (preliminary drawing no. 1)

And the soul of the rose went into my blood ... (preliminary drawing no. 3). Verso: And the soul of the rose went into my blood ... (preliminary drawing no. 4)