He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.
But now, more wise, we understand!
“Communing in the common world,
The flesh, for us, would be a bar.
Strange would be our familiar speech;
And earth would seem no more a star.
“We’d know no more the golden leaves
Beside the amethystine deep;
We’d see no more each other’s thought
Behind the veil that men call sleep!”