These exquisite lyrics which, whether they conform to Elizabethan models or not, are as fine as anything ever done in that line, are crowned by the epilogue in which we hear the stricken husband crying out to her whom twenty years earlier he had called his "lyric love" in a voice doubting, yet triumphing in the thought that his optimism is the light radiating from the halo which her human love had Irised round his head.
"The Three Heron's Feathers"
Hermann Sudermann
Such dazzling brilliance, such effects of white light and Irised light glowing and flashing I had never seen before, nor have I since.
"The Story of My Boyhood and Youth"
John Muir
Yoritomo leaned forward in his chair, his thin lips in an excited smile, his black-Irised eyes sparkling.
"Anything You Can Do"
Gordon Randall Garrett