And swooning wakes: my helpless soul
Felt the dim waves above her roll,
The firm earth slide beneath her feet,
And all her agony complete.
XLIII
I read that Christ had conquered Death
By giving up his holy breath;
And calling Lazarus by his name
Had brought him back to life again.
XLIV
What these things mean I cannot say;
They do not drive my fear away,
For where was Lazarus when he heard
The voice of Christ pronounce that word?
XLV
Was he within the voiceless tomb
Beside his sometime earthly home,
Watching the slowly changing form
Yield to the touch of mole and worm?
XLVI
Or was he in some blessed place
A saint, with glory in his face;
And did he drop, a gliding star
Down to the earth where mortals are?