Earth-atoms countless groped their destined way;
And one full-winged to fret
Its tender oubliette,
The warding mother-heart above it woke,
Darkling she lay in doubt, then, sudden wise,
Whispered her husband’s drowsy ear and broke
The estranging seal of slumber from his eyes:
“My hour is nigh: arise!”
Already, when, with arms for comfort linked,
The lovers at an eastward window stood,