 | In Hades |  |
IN HADES.
BY ANNA C. BRACKETT.
THEN saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest
And lulling voice, a woman sweet, and she:—
"Bear thou my word: I am of all most blest;
Nor marvel that I am Eurydice.
I stood and watched those slow feet go from me
Farther and farther; in the light afar,
All clear the figure grew—then suddenly
Into my dark his face flashed like a star!—
And that was all. The purple vaporous door
Left me triumphant over time and space;
Sliding across between for evermore,
It could not hide the glory of that face.
For me no room to doubt, no need to learn—
He knew the whole,—and could not choose but turn!"
And lulling voice, a woman sweet, and she:—
"Bear thou my word: I am of all most blest;
Nor marvel that I am Eurydice.
I stood and watched those slow feet go from me
Farther and farther; in the light afar,
All clear the figure grew—then suddenly
Into my dark his face flashed like a star!—
And that was all. The purple vaporous door
Left me triumphant over time and space;
Sliding across between for evermore,
It could not hide the glory of that face.
For me no room to doubt, no need to learn—
He knew the whole,—and could not choose but turn!"
| In Hades | |