SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
Fluttering far down the gulf; and now
She spoke through the still weather.
Her voice was like the voice the stars
Had when they sang together.	60
(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	65
Down all the echoing stair?)
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?	7C
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,
Pll take his hand and go with him	75
To the deep wells of light;
We will step down as to a stream,
And bathe there in God's sight.
*We two will stand beside that shrine,
Occult, withheld, untrod,	80
Whose lamps are stirred continually
With prayer sent up to God;
And see our old prayers, granted, melt
Each like a little cloud.
*We two will lie i* the shadow of	85
That living mystic tree
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