Ideals of Himself--not angels mild
As those that flit and beckon other lives,
But cherubim and seraphim; tall, strong,
Unsleeping, terrible; with wings across
Their mighty feet; and eyes--if we would look
Upon their blazing eyes, these too are hid--
Some angels are all wings! Oh, shine and fly!
Were ye not angels, ye would strike us blind.
And yet they did not, could not dazzle her--
That one sweet woman unto whom he bent
As pliant as the quarried marble turned
To life immortal in his own great hand.
Steadfast, Vittoria looked on Angelo.
She lifted lonely eyes. The years trod slow.
Fourfold the reverence which he gave to her,
Fourfold the awful tenderness, fourfold
The loyalty, the trust. And oh, fourfold
The comfort, beyond all power of comforting,
Whereby a lesser man may heal the hurt
Pescara had one soul--
A little one; and it was stained. And he--
It too, perhaps (God knows!)--was dead.
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