Only may those five wounds remaining still,
That heal in aching, like the twain soon close.”
Whiles I was musing, and would fain have said,
“Thou hast contented me,” I looked, and, lo!
To the next cornice we had come; here fled
All power of speech, mine eyes were ravished so!
For, seized with ecstasy, I seemed to be
Rapt in a sudden vision of a crowd
Met in a temple. I could also see
That entering, 'mid those men, a woman stood