Ed ascoltando al leggier mormorio
          there came new subtlety of eyes into my tent,
whether of spirit or hypostasis,
          but what the blindfold hides
or at carneval
                                   nor any pair showed anger
          Saw but the eyes and stance between the eyes,
colour, diastasis,
          careless or unaware it had not the
     whole tent’s room
nor was place for the full Ειδώς
interpass, penetrate
       casting but shade beyond the other lights
               sky’s clear
               night’s sea
               green of the mountain pool
               shone from the unmasked eyes in half-mask’s space
What thou lovest well remains,
                                                            the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                                                  or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
          Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee

(Pound, Canto 81, lines 117–143.)