So the night came apace, and the clock ticked its round:
Whilst the words the white withered lips would betray
Died into the Silence no mortal can sound.
A voice said, “She sleeps, and the work not begun”;
But a kind hand had banished “the rule and the rod”:
And another voice answered, “The work is done,
For her Kingdom of Dreams is the Kingdom of God.”
[SHEILA.]
A STORY FOR GIRLS.