...heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful inidge. Around her, lovers, newly met 'Mid deathless love's acclaims Spoke evermore among themselves...

...evermore." In the edition of 1898 (the next I have) the first four lines of this stanza run thus : — Around her, lovers, newly met 'Mid deathless love's...evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names ; but this (naturally enough) does not seem to have satisfied Rossetti, for in Macmillan's Golden Treasury...

...in Heaven, across the flood Of ether as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge." There is a certain similarity of poetic architecture in the two poems, but the human tenderness which...

...across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and blackness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. She scarcely heard her sweet new friends : Playing at holy games, Softly they spake among themselves...

...across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and blackness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. * * * * # " And the souls, mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. * * * # * "From the fixt...

...heaven, across the flood Of ether like a bridge, Beneath the tides of day and night, With flame and darkness ridge, The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Heard hardly, some of her new friends Amid their loving games, Spake evermore among themselves, Their...

...heaven, across the flood Of ether like a bridge, Beneath the tides of day and night. With flame and darkness ridge, The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. Heard hardly, some of her new friends Amid their loving games, Spake evermore among themselves, Their...

...more rational, but not less inspired, William Blake, painting, in words, such pictures as these : " And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin llamea. " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must...

...heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and is laid aside, His Heard hardly, some of her new friends Amid their loving games Spake evermore among themselves Their...

...the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath the tide* of day ami night, With Jlinne and darkness ritltle The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. From the fixed plaee of Heaven she taw...