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I see thine image through my tears tonight,
And yet today I saw thee smiling. How
Refer the cause?⁠—Beloved, is it thou
Or I who makes me sad? The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his swooning ears, the choir’s amen.
Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too vehement light dilated my ideal
For my soul’s eyes? Will that light come again
As now these tears come⁠—falling hot and real?