A starry band of asphodels,
Which shake out dim, mysterious smells,
The other’s statelier forehead wreathes.
“She is of mine,” one Angel saith;
“Her heart was faithful unto death,”—
His voice has a triumphant tone.
“Mine, too,” the other soft replies;
“By her whole life’s self-sacrifice
I mark and claim her as mine own.”
And then the voices blend and vie