Merry Irene - 3 Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear calmly beneath her earnest face it lies, Free without boldness, meek without a fear, quicker to look than speak its sympathies Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze, deep-drinking of the infinite, As, in the mid-watch of a clear, still night, I look into the fathomless blue skies. - Irene, James Russell Lowell Min the Arabist INICAS Photography