Again his voice is at the door

Again his voice is at the door
I feel the old Degree
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one as me

I take a flower as I go
My face to justify
He never saw me in this life
I might surprise his eye!

I cross the Hall with mingled steps
I silent pass the door
I look on all this world contains
Just his face nothing more!

We talk in careless and it toss
A kind of plummet strain
Each sounding shyly
Just how deep
The other’s one had been

We walk I leave my Dog at home
A tender thoughtful Moon
Goes with us just a little way
And then we are alone

Alone if Angels are “alone”
First time they try the sky!
Alone if those “veiled faces” be
We cannot count on High!

I’d give to live that hour again
The purple in my Vein
But He must count the drops himself
My price for every stain!

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Again his voice is at the door