And win from dull mortality the claim
To richer coronals; and with the flow
Of mingled hearts we sought our homes below.
“But we were severed, from terrestrial bowers
The angels called me early; yet was mine
The sweetest task, to watch thy path of flowers,
And yield thee visions of a land divine;
And even the veil that hid my form from thee
Oped the sealed fountains of thy heart to me.
“I have been with thee still—at eventide