COMFORT IN THE NIGHT.

She thought by heaven's high wall that she did stray

Till she beheld the everlasting gate:

And she climbed up to it to long, and wait,

Feel with her hands ( for it was night ), and lay

Her lips to it with kisses; thus to pray

That it might open to her desolate.

And lo! it trembled, lo! her passionate

Crying prevailed. A little little way

It opened: there fell out a thread of light,

And she saw wingèd wonders move within;

Also she heard sweet talking as they meant

To comfort her. They said, “Who comes to-night

Shall one day certainly an entrance win;”

Then the gate closed and she awoke content.