<h2>XXX</h2>
<p>I see thine image through my tears to-night,<br/>
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How<br/>
Refer the cause?—Belovëd, is it thou<br/>
Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte<br/>
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite<br/>
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,<br/>
On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,<br/>
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,<br/>
As he, in his swooning ears, the choir’s amen.<br/>
Belovëd, dost thou love? or did I see all<br/>
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when<br/>
Too vehement light dilated my ideal,<br/>
For my soul’s eyes? Will that light come again,<br/>
As now these tears come—falling hot and real?</p>
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