To a Lady, XLIII

A pair of angels came apart Of flaming soul, and flaming heart, And flying through the holy air From Paradise’s gardens fair, As if two flowers that there were wreathing, Had sprung to life, all wing’d and breathing. Ulla and Arah, they are lovers; Ulla with Arah ever hovers; Ever together—twins in Heaven; To whom, by God himself ’twas given That loving all, and loving Him, They should be loving cherubim, And ever in his empire dwell, Two heavenly souls, yet one as well, In love that is unspeakable.