Then jealously we cried: “What is the name
Of this thy ‘Lady’? Is she good to thee?
Has she above all other angels claim
To thine obedience, dear; or can it be
The Mother of our Lord?” She answered not a word!
But sighed, and laid her finger on her lips,
And kissed us all, and straightway from our sight,
As twilight wanes and melts in night’s eclipse,
She vanished, and we looked to left and right,
And wildly called her name, but, oh! no answer came.