As soon as I had seen her, I was lost.
For Beauty's wound is sharper
than any weapon's, and it runs
through the eyes down to the soul.
It is through the eye that love's wound passes,
and I now became a prey to a host of emotions.
Clitophon on theia mania,
Achilles Tatius: The Adventures of Leucippe and Clitophon.
Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.
Yeats: The Rose of the World
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Of death's twilight kingdom
Eliot: The Hollow Men, echoing Dante
That sacred army, that Christ espoused
with his blood, displayed itself in the form
of a white rose, but the Angel other,
that sees and sings the glory, of him
who inspires it with love, as it flies,
and sings the excellence that has made it
as it is, descended continually into the great flower,
lovely with so many petals, and climbed again
to where its love lives ever, like a swarm of bees,
that now plunges into the flowers, and now returns,
to where their labour is turned to sweetness.
Dante: The Divine Comedy, Paradiso Canto XXXI
Dante associates Mary, mother of Jesus, with the rose. The Mystical Rose symbolizes Mary's arcane participation in the Holy Trinity.