'Twill change, methinks. Whatever may befall,
Earth-love, thou'lt find, is better, after all."—
She smiled; and, sudden, through the moon-rent wall
Of storm, baptizing moonlight, foot and face,
Bathed and possessed her, as his soul the grace
And sweetness of her smile, whose life was brief,
But long enough to heal him of his grief.
"Now rest," she said; "I love thee with much love!—
Thou didst not know I loved: but God above,
He knew and had divinement.—Winds may blow!—