Her soul from earth to Heaven lies...

By Francis Thompson

Her soul from earth to Heaven lies,

Like the ladder of the vision,

Whereon go

To 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 great

Heaven's gate

Like pent children, very wistful,

That below a playmate see.

Dream-dispensing face of hers!

Ivory port which loosed upon me

Wings, I wist,

Whose amethyst

Trepidations have forgone me, -

Hesper's filmy traffickers!