It was the name of him I sprang to meet

When came the knock, the summons and the end.

"My great heart, my strong hand are back again!"

I would have sprung to these, beckoning across

Murder and hell gigantic and distinct

O' the threshold, posted to exclude me heaven:

He is ordained to call and I to come!

Do not the dead wear flowers when dressed for God?

Say,—I am all in flowers from head to foot!

Say,—not one flower of all he said and did,