The poem
The steadfastness of generations of nobility shows in the curving lines that form the eyebrows. And the blue eyes still show traces of childhood fears and of humility here and there, not of a servant's, yet of one who serves obediantly, and of a woman. The mouth formed as a mouth, large and accurate, not given to long phrases, but to express persuasively what is right. The forehead without guile and favoring the shadows of quiet downward gazing.
This, as a coherent whole, only casually observed; never as yet tried in suffering or succeeding, held together for an enduring fulfillment, yet so as if for times to come, out of these scattered things, something serious and lasting were being planned.
I am looking for a translation of "self portrait" which ends with the, to my mind, more convincing lines -- "out of this distant and disordered thing something in earnest labours to unroll." help!