Chapter II

What gloom might now our spirits balk
Fades out before that high reproof;
And thro' the fabric of your talk
Go light and shadow, warp and woof,

With something deeper than the word,--
Some stately certitude of faith
Whose eye at Life had never blurred,
Nor quivered at the eye of Death,

But saw, in that swift, woman's way,
Thro' changings to the changeless Whole,
And Life and Death as waves that sway
Across the ocean of the Soul.