Yet this—it cannot be—how can it?—nay—
For me you come—and you? your voice I hear?
No echo void, oft, oft so sweet in dreams?—
Nor now to wake me?—Nay I trust. You may—
’Twill stray no more—take back your wanderer.”
“My wanderer!” I answer’d, when I could;
“Ah Edith, you but wander’d as the lamb;
My spotless, worldling-mediator, you!—
It wander’d?—yes; it cross’d a threshold chill;
A proud cathedral enter’d; there found one