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?