The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. From The Blessed Damozel - Dante Gabriel Rosetti
"It had surprised Strange not a little to hear of Morse's quite unequivocal refusal to postpone a few days of his furlough and return immediately to HQ to take official charge of the case; especially in view of the latest letter - surely the break they'd all been waiting for. On the other hand there were more things in life than a blonde damozel who might or might not have been murdered a year ago." - Colin Dexter, 'The Way Through The Woods'.
"The juxtaposition of textures, of the silky, flowing hair with the heavy, sweaty bodies, says something. We think of the blessed damozel leaning down from Heaven. But we don't stop thinking that the scene is also pretty bizarre, and that double meaning is echt Bausch." From "City Lights" by Joan Acocella The New Yorker, Dec. 25, 2006 and Jan. 1, 2007, p 142