Like steam, to drive us home.” With that we all
Walk’d home together; nor a chance was given
For him to say the thing he would have said.
Yet, sister, I have lately often thought
His lips, thus closed, were making ready then,
When came Doretta there, to breathe to me
What might have roused me, like a Gabriel’s trump
When rise dead hearts at resurrection-time,
And open’d for me here a life of love.