XV.
"Onora, Onora!" they heard her not coming, Not a step on the grass, not a voice through the gloaming; But her mother looked up, and she stood on the floor Fair and still as the moonlight that came there before, And a smile just beginning:
"Onora, Onora!" they heard her not coming, Not a step on the grass, not a voice through the gloaming; But her mother looked up, and she stood on the floor Fair and still as the moonlight that came there before, And a smile just beginning: