His head was enveloped in linen saturated with blood; his face was livid, his eyes almost Visionless.
"History of the French Revolution from 1789 to 1814"
F. A. M. Miguet
The river of dreams runs gently down, With a leisurely flow that bears my bark Out of the Visionless woods of dark, Into a glory that seems to crown Valley and hill with light from far, Clearer than sun or moon or star, Luminous, wonderful, weird, oh, mark How the radiance pulses everywhere, In the shadowless vault of lucid air!
"The Poems of Henry Van Dyke"
Henry Van Dyke
But for her eyes I should have fled away; They held me back with a benignant light Soft, mitigated by divinest lids Half-closed, and Visionless entire they seemed Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast....
"Aspects of Literature"
J. Middleton Murry