Part of the clear, intense, eternal flame
Whose motion is like music, and we lose
Sense of ourselves in drawing close to God.
Love, that has cleansed the heart of pettiness,
Shows me the face of Merow in my dreams.”
And, as she spoke, the face of Brunhild lit
With radiance from that old love, her face
Softened, and age was as a grace to her.
“Yea, I loved Sigebert; but all that love
Was but my childish wonder at the ways