Thus engaged, she managed to put her two sons through college. In my own case, literally so. For at the end of my freshman year, I lost the use of my eyes for a long period, and she lent me her own for some three to five hours a day and saw me through.
Yet, in spite of this close community, I will not pretend that I ever fully knew her, the reserves and depths of her nature were so great. Nor will I pretend that I knew another superb woman, who came subsequently into my life. She was a poet, whose mind moved by indirection through a world of beauty that was her own, only revealed—and then, but partially—in her posthumous book of verse. Thus for years, with one or the other of them, I walked in the company of beauty, at times blind to it, or at best only dimly apprehending it.