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| Abraham Janssens The Apotheosis of Aeneas ca. 1620-30 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie Flämische Barockmalerei im Schloss Neuburg |
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| Edvard Munch Summer Night's Dream (The Voice) 1893 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
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| Orazio Gentileschi The Vision of St Frances of Rome ca. 1618-20 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale delle Marche, Urbino |
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| Adrien Ysenbrandt The Vision of St Ildefonso ca. 1530 oil on panel Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Guido Cagnacci The Vision of St Jerome ca. 1659-62 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
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| Paolo Veronese The Vision of St Helena ca. 1580 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Vaticana, Rome |
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| Carlo Saraceni The Vision of St Francis ca. 1620 oil on canvas Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
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| Horace Le Blanc Ecstasy of St Teresa of Avila 1621 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Gioacchino Assereto St Francis of Assisi in Ecstasy with Cherub playing Violin ca. 1628-30 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
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| Giulio Cesare Procaccini Ecstasy of the Magdalen ca. 1616-20 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Sébastien Bourdon Mary Magdalen in Ecstasy, supported by Angels ca. 1665-70 oil on canvas Musée Fabre, Montpellier |
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| Francesco Albani Ecstasy of Mary Magdalen ca. 1640-50 oil on copper Saint Louis Art Museum |
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| Giovanni Battista Gaulli (il Baciccio) Apotheosis of St Peter ca. 1670 oil on canvas (modello for dome fresco) Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Apotheosis of a Saint 17th century drawing Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
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| Altobello Melone The Transfiguration ca. 1512 oil on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
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| Luca Giordano The Transfiguration ca. 1685 oil on canvas Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence |
from The Two Kings
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire.
And where beech trees had mixed a pale green light
With the ground-ivy's blue, he saw a stag
Whiter than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea.
Because it stood upon his path and seemed
More hands in height than any stag in the world
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire.
And where beech trees had mixed a pale green light
With the ground-ivy's blue, he saw a stag
Whiter than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea.
Because it stood upon his path and seemed
More hands in height than any stag in the world
He sat with tightened rein and loosened mouth
Upon his trembling horse, then drove the spur;
But the stag stooped and ran at him, and passed,
Upon his trembling horse, then drove the spur;
But the stag stooped and ran at him, and passed,
Rending the horses flank. King Eochaid reeled,
Then drew his sword to hold its levelled point
Then drew his sword to hold its levelled point
Against the stag. When horn and steel were met
The horn resounded as though it had been silver,
A sweet, miraculous, terrifying sound.
Horn locked in sword, they tugged and struggled there
The horn resounded as though it had been silver,
A sweet, miraculous, terrifying sound.
Horn locked in sword, they tugged and struggled there
As though a stag and unicorn were met
Among the African Mountains of the Moon,
Among the African Mountains of the Moon,
Until at last the double horns, drawn backward,
Butted below the single and so pierced
The entrails of the horse. Dropping his sword
King Eochaid seized the horns in his strong hands
And stared into the sea-green eye, and so
The entrails of the horse. Dropping his sword
King Eochaid seized the horns in his strong hands
And stared into the sea-green eye, and so
Hither and thither to and fro they trod
Till all the place was beaten into mire.
Till all the place was beaten into mire.
The strong thigh and the agile thigh were met,
The hands that gathered up the might of the world,
And hoof and horn that had sucked in their speed
Amid the elaborate wilderness of the air.
Through bush they plunged and over ivied root,
Through bush they plunged and over ivied root,
And where the stone struck fire, while in the leaves
A squirrel whinnied and a bird screamed out;
But when at last he forced those sinewy flanks
Against a beech-bole, he threw down the beast
And knelt above it with drawn knife. On the instant
It vanished like a shadow, and a cry
And knelt above it with drawn knife. On the instant
It vanished like a shadow, and a cry
So mournful that it seemed the cry of one
Who had lost some unimaginable treasure
Wandered between the blue and the green leaf
Wandered between the blue and the green leaf
And climbed into the air, crumbling away,
Till all had seemed a shadow or a vision
But for the trodden mire, the pool of blood,
But for the trodden mire, the pool of blood,
The disembowelled horse.
– W.B. Yeats (1914)