Their attitude and aspect was the same, Alike their features, and their robes of white; But one was crowned with amaranth, as with flame, And one with asphodels, like flakes of light. I saw them pause on their celestial way; Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed: 'Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest!" And he who wore the crown of asphodels, I recognised the nameless agony, The terror and the tremor and the pain, That oft before had filled and haunted me, And now returned with three-fold strength again. The door I opened to my heavenly guest, voice; And knowing whatsoe'er he sent was best, Dared neither to lament or to rejoice. Te huugh without the gate, in tears, my thus rise from the sod, I know me that gone to rest with the houserait of a God Smile on me from the world of light a smile of peace crime: I voel me vai dine angel-wings, as with And after come u me in dreams, sweet mother, Ts wie: le as the best been-ny guar Subdne my grid bring strength from heaven, and vine healing tear; AND I CHING, rigia and mern, feel now thy ini cress, A mother, from the realms of ss, cease not ay that a tiless. Their attitude and aspect was the same, And one with asphodels, like flakes of light. I saw them pause on their celestial way; Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed: 'Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest! And he who wore the crown of asphodels, I recognised the nameless agony, The terror and the tremor and the pain, That oft before had filled and haunted me, And now returned with three-fold strength again. |