Perelandra

Huginn: See her arise, a rose, a star, the home of love and the glow of faith. A raven should not have to endure this golden affront against the night, but one makes grudging obeisance.

Muninn: O do not bow! I remember her, angel not highest nor greatest nor most fecund in creation, but potent in ardour and grace.

H: They say Aphrodite, and think virginity.

M: They say Narcissus, and think venality.

H: But she is female, and her aura is the warmth of the passion of God.

M: No, she is femininity, and her aura is the shadow of a mighty shield on the arm of God.