She.

How it was I can not tell, For I know not where nor why, And the beautiful befell In a land that does not lie East or West where mortals dwell— But beneath a vaguer sky.

Was it in the golden ages, Or the iron, that I heard, In prophetic speech of sages, How had come a snowy bird 'Neath whose wing lay written pages Of an unknown lover's word?

I forget; you may remember How the earthquake shook our ships; How our city, one huge ember, Blazed within the thick eclipse; When you found me—deep December Sealed on icy eyes and lips.

I forget. No one may say Pre-existences are true: Here 's a flower dies to-day, Resurrected blooms anew: Death is dumb and Life is gray— Who shall doubt what God can do!