The pearl-set gates that lie ’twixt Heaven and me,
I could be reconciled and happy too,
And look with glad eyes toward the jasper sea.[[1]]
If in the morning when the song of birds
Reminds me of a music far more sweet,
I listen for his pretty broken words,
And for the music of his dimpled feet,
I could be almost happy, though I heard
No answer, and saw but his vacant seat.
I could be glad if, when the day is done,