Who ask’d of me: ‘Hast thou not heard it said?...

Thy lady, she that was so fair, is dead.’

“Then lifting up mine eyes, as the tears came,

I saw the Angels, like a rain of manna,

In a long flight flying back Heavenward;

Having a little cloud in front of them,

After the which they went and said, ‘Hosanna;’

And if they had said more, you should have heard.

Then Love said, ‘Now shall all things be made clear:

Come and behold our lady where she lies.’