Was but its love for thee?”
Having ended her description of heaven's mysterious joys:
“She gazed and listened, and then said,
Less sad of speech than mild,
‘All this is when he comes.’ She ceased.
The light thrilled towards her filled
With angels in strong level flight.
Her eyes prayed and she smiled.”
But soon the smile fades away as the angelic convoy glides past, for he is not there—
“And then she cast her arms along