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HER soul from earth to Heaven lies,Like the ladder of the vision,Whereon goTo and fro,In ascension and demission,Star-flecked feet of Paradise.
Now she is drawn up from me,All my angels, wet-eyed, tristful,Gaze from greatHeaven’s gateLike pent children, very wistful,That below a playmate see.
Dream-dispensing face of hers!Ivory port which loosed upon meWings, I wist,Whose amethystTrepidations have forgone me,—Hesper’s filmy traffickers!