Mortal thy body; yet it could not know
Mortality’s decay. Like sinless Eve’s,
It waited but the change on Thabor shown.
And when, at thy sweet will, ’twas first laid low,
Untainted as a lily’s folded leaves
It slept—the angels watching by the stone.
III.
“At thy sweet will.” Then wherefore didst thou will
To pass death’s portal? To the outward ear
There comes no answer; but the heart can hear.