Unfolds, each season, more ethereally.
The two then moving from their sister-maids,
Like petals loos’d from roses when in bloom,
Came forth to welcome us; and, greetings o’er,
Of Europe, Edith spoke, and Germany,
And books, and music—how the church of Greece
Had carved earth’s pivot that earth whirls upon
Within the centre of a flag-stone round
That paves a chapel in Jerusalem.
But she, who track’d that viewless whirl by sound,