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The sun was gone now.
The curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf. And now
She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars
Had when they sung together.
“ I wish that he were come to me,
For he will come,” she said. * Have I not prayed in Heaven? on earth,
Lord, Lord, has he not prayed ?
And shall I feel afraid ?
“ When round his head the aureole clings,
And he is clothed in white,
To the deep wells of light,
And bathe there in God's sight.
“ We two will stand beside that shrine,
Occult, withheld, untrod,
With prayers sent up to God;
Each like a little cloud.
“ We two will lie i' the shadow of
That living mystic tree,
Is sometimes felt to be,
Saith His Name audibly.
" And I myself will teach to him,
I myself, lying so,
Shall pause in, hushed and slow,
Or some new thing to know.”
(Ah sweet! Just
in that bird's song, Strove not her accents there Fain to be hearkened? When those bells
Possessed the midday air,
Down all the trembling stair?)
“ We two,” she said, “ will seek the groves
Where the Lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names
Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
Margaret, and Rosalys.
“ Circlewise sit they, with bound locks
And foreheads garlanded;
Weaving the golden thread,
Who are just born, being dead.
“ He shall fear, haply, and be dumb;
Then I will lay my cheek
Not once abashed or weak;
My pride, and let me speak.
“ Ilerself shall bring us, hand in hand,
To Him round whom all souls
Bowed with their aureoles :
To their citherns and citoles.
“ There will I ask of Christ the Lord
Thus much for him and me:Only to live as once on earth
At peace, - only to be, As then awhile, forever now
Together, I and he."
She gazed, and listened, and then said,
Less sad of speech than mild, 6 All this is when he comes.” She ceased.
The light thrilled past her,
Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.
(I saw her smile.) But soon their flight
Was vague in distant spheres ;
The golden barriers,
And wept. (I heard her tears.)