Surely she leaned o'er me—her hair Nothing; the autumn fall of leaves It was the rampart of God's house By God built over the sheer depth So high, that looking downward thence It lies in Heaven, across the flood Beneath, the tides of day and night Around her, lovers, newly met, And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm; Until her bosom must have made And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The sun was gone now; the curled moon Fluttering far down the gulf; and now (Ah, sweet! Even now, in that bird's song, Strove not her accents there, Fain to be hearkened? When those bells Possessed the mid-day air, Strove not her steps to reach my side Down all the echoing stair?) "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? Are not two prayers a perfect strength? And shall I feel afraid? "When round his head the aureole clings And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him As into a stream we will step down "We two will stand beside that shrine, Whose lamps are stirred continually And see our old prayers, granted, melt "We two will lie i' the shadow of That living, mystic tree Within whose secret growth the Dove Is sometimes felt to be, While every leaf that his plumes touch Saith His name audibly. "And I myself will teach to him, I myself, lying so, The songs I sing here; which his voice Shall pause in, hushed and slow, (Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st! Yea, one wast thou with me That once of old. But shall God lift To endless unity The soul whose likeness with thy soul Was but its love for thee?) "We two," she said, "will seek the grove 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; Into the fine cloth white like flame To fashion the birth-robes for them "He shall fear, haply, and be dumb; Then will I lay my cheek To his, and tell about our love, Not once abashed or weak; And the dear Mother will approve My pride, and let me speak. "Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged, unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles; And angels meeting us shall sing To their citherns and citoles. "There will I ask of Christ the Lord This much for him and me; Only to live as once on earth With Love, 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,— "All this is when he comes.' She ceased. The light thrilled towards her, fill'd (I saw her smile) But soon their path |