"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 pray'd? Are not two prayers a perfect strength? "When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him As unto 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 "And I myself will teach to him, I myself, lying so, The songs I sing here; which his voice (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 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI "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; Into the fine cloth white like flame To fashion the birth-robes for them "He shall fear, haply, and be dumb: "Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, And angels meeting us shall sing 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 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 493 With angels in strong level flight. (I saw her smile.) But soon their path The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, WHEN do I see thee most, beloved one? The worship of that Love through thee made known? How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope THE changing guests, each in a different mood, And every life among them in likewise Is a soul's board set daily with new food. What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well; To be a sweetness more desired than Spring; A bodily beauty more acceptable Than the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the fell; Than wine's drained juice; a music ravishing The wave-bowered pearl,-the heart-shaped seal of green That flecks the snowdrop underneath the snow. As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope, For hours are silent: So it happeneth When Work and Will awake too late, to gaze After their life sailed by, and hold their breath. Follow the desultory feet of Death? OF Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold. GET thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled, Is snatched from out his chariot by the hair, |