As soon as I sent my recent post, I recalled:

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?

and, in Mr Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service

But through the water pale and thin	
Still shine the unoffending feet	
And there above the painter set	        
The Father and the Paraclete.

However, not inconsistent from a man who agrees with Aldington about Christ.