Our spirits journeying through this under gloom:
And hand in hand they walk’d; and over them,
As over limner’d seraphs, did there hang
A halo, love reflected. By its glow
The gloom about grew brightness: while far off,
In clearest lines, the path passed up and on.—
Pauline, but heed me: once again, I pray
(If ever once I pray’d to God above),
Blot not this light from all my future life.”