'Well.'
'So it said, "Look up and you shall see."
There were two angels sitting in the tree,
As tall as mother; they had long gold hair.
They let drop down the fruit they gather'd there
And little angels came for it—so sweet.
Here they were beggar children in the street,
And the dove said they had the prettiest things,
And wore their best frocks every day.'
'And wings,
Had they no wings?'
'O yes, and lined with white
Like swallow wings, so soft—so very light
Fluttering about.'
'Well.'
'Well, I did not stay,
So that was all.'
'They made you go away?'
'I did not go—but—I was gone.'
'I know.'
'But it's a pity, Bob, we never go
Together.'