The blessed Damozel leaned out
  From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
  Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,
  And the stars in her hair were seven.

Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
  No wrought flowers did adorn,
But a white rose of Mary's gift,
  On the neck meetly worn;
And her hair, lying down her back
  Was yellow like ripe corn.

Herseemed she scarce had been a day
  One of God's choristers;
The wonder was not yet quite gone
  From that still look of hers;
Albeit to them she left, her day
  Had counted as ten years.

(To one it is ten years of years:
  . . . . . . . Yet now, here in this place
Surely she leaned o'er me,--her hair
  Fell all about my face . . . . . . . .
Nothing: the autumn fall of leaves.
  The whole year sets apace.)

It was the terrace of God's house
  That she was standing on,--
By God built over the sheer depth
  In which is Space begun;
So high, that looking downward thence
  She could scarce see the sun.

It lies from Heaven across the flood
  Of ether, as a bridge.
Beneath, the tides of day and night
  With flame and blackness ridge
The void, as low as where this earth
  Spins like a fretful midge.

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But in those tracts, with her, it was
  The peace

She scarcely heard her sweet new friends:
  Playing at holy games,
Softly they spake among themselves
  Their virginal chaste names;
And the souls, mounting up to God,
  Went by her like thin flames.

And still she bowed herself, and stooped
  Into the vast waste calm;
Till her bosom's pressure must have made
  The bar she leaned on warm,
And the lilies lay as if asleep
  Along her bended arm.

From the fixt lull of heaven, she saw
  Time, like a pulse, shake fierce
Through all the worlds.  Her gaze still strove,
  In that steep gulph, to pierce
The awarm: and then she spake, as when
  The stars sang in their spheres.

"I wish that he were come to mer,
  For he will come," she said.
"Have I not prayed in solemn heaven?
  On earth, has he not prayed?
Are not two prayers a perfect strength?
  And shall I feel afraid?

"When round his head the aureole clings,
  And he is clothed in white,
I'll take his hand and go with him
  To the deep wells of light,
And we will step down as to a stream
  And bathe there in God's sight.

"We two will stand beside that shrine,
  Occult, withheld, untrod,
Whose lamps tremble continually
  With prayer sent up to God;
And where each need, revealed, expects
  Its patient period.

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"We two will lie i' the shadow of
  That living mystic tree
Within whose secret growth the Dove
  Sometimes is felt to be,
While every leaf that His plumes touch
  Saith His name audibly.

"And I myself will teach to him--
  I myself, lying so,--
The songs I sing here; which his mouth
  Shall pause in, hushed and slow,
Finding some knowledge at each pause,
  And some new thing to know."

(Alas! to her wise simple mind
  These things were all but known

"We two," she said, "will seek the groves
  Where the lady Mary is,
With her five handmaidens, whose names
  Are five sweet symphonies,--
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
  Margaret, and Rosalys.

"Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks
  And bosoms covered;
Into the fine cloth, white like flame
  Weaving the golden thread,
To fashion the birth-robes for them
  Who are just born, being dead.

"He shall fear haply, and be dumb,
  Then I will lay my cheek
To his, and tell about our love,
  Not once abashed or weak:
And the dear Mother will approve
  My pride, and let me speak.

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"Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
  To Him round whom all souls
Kneel--the unnumber'd solemn heads
  Bowed with their aureoles:
And Angels, meeting us, shall sing
  To their citherns and citoles.

"There will I ask of Christ the Lord
  Thus much for him and me:--
To have more blessing than on earth
  In nowise; but to be
As then we were,--being as then
  At peace.  Yea, verily.

Yes, verily; when he is come
  We will do thus and thus:
Till this my vigil seem quite strange
  And almost fabulous;
We two will live at once, one life;
  And peace shall be with us."

She gazed, and listened, and then said,
  Less sad of speech than mild:
"All this is when he comes."  She ceased;
  The light thrilled past her, filled
With Angels, in strong level lapse,
  Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.

(I saw her smile.)  But soon their flight
  Was vague 'mid the poised spheres:
And then she cast her arms along
  The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,
     And wept.  (I heard her tears.)