Thrilled in the air like flame—
Was it uprisen death we heard?
Was it immortal youth,
Out of the body, witnessing the truth,
Attesting glory in an angel’s voice?
Blindly we listened to the singer and the single strain
Containing joy.
And then the voice was still and all the world and we—
Till “Run,” she said, “and bring him back to me!”
I ran, I called ... but in the nearing rain,