And for me prayed, and when the dusk had come,
And hardly any eye but God’s could see,
We knelt before the altar; and I rose,
Content if like that light before the shrine
Within my heart one light alone could burn;
Though all the earth beside might loom as dark
As those chill, shadowy chapels down the aisle.
I felt another life when walking home.
Such conflicts come but seldom; storms of spring,
Uprooting much, and wracking much the soil,