Lit the white vesture and the upturned face
Of her who knelt in meekness there. Her lips
Were motionless, and the slight clasping hands
Pressed lightly on her bosom, but a high
Seraphic bliss spoke in the fervent hush
Of the pure, radiant features; for she held
Unsoiled communion with her spirit's lord.
Slowly away faded that glorious trance,
And the white lids lifted as though reluctant.
She looked on Joseph, and a faint, quick flush