XXXIII.

The nurse awakes in the morning sun, And starts to see beside her bed The lady with a grandeur spread Like pathos o'er her face, as one God-satisfied and earth-undone; The babe upon her arm was dead: And the nurse could utter forth no cry,-- She was awed by the calm in the mother's eye.

"Wake, nurse!" the lady said; "_We_ are waking--he and I-- I, on earth, and he, in sky: And thou must help me to o'erlay With garment white this little clay Which needs no more our lullaby.