With flame and darkness ridge
The void, as low as where this earth
Spins like a fretful midge;”
she knows the angels who “sit circlewise”—
“To fashion the birth-robes for them
Who are just born, being dead!”
Her one prayer is for the old companionship, the old, simple, earthly happiness,—
“Only to live as once on earth
With Love,—only to be,
As then awhile, for ever now,