Was in her face;
The Rose of all the World has come
To this place.
A vision of white that glowed to red
With the fire at heaven, at heart,—
Nor paused nor turned,—but straight to
him
Who lay apart,
On she came, and knelt by him,—
Here thou art!
Was in her face;
The Rose of all the World has come
To this place.
A vision of white that glowed to red
With the fire at heaven, at heart,—
Nor paused nor turned,—but straight to
him
Who lay apart,
On she came, and knelt by him,—
Here thou art!