Xxiv

Thou heededst not? Nay, for it was not thou, That blind, mute clay relinquished by the waves Reluctantly at last, and slumbering now In one of kind earth’s most compassionate graves! Not thou, not thou,--for thou wert in the light Of the Unspeakable, where time is not. Thou sawest those tears; but in thy perfect sight And thy eternal thought Were they not even now all wiped away In the reunion of the infinite day!