A Dream
I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left oneOn earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--Not even that the angels slowly turnedTheir faces, speechless, as I hurried by(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);
Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.At last a terror siezed my very soul;I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,Though like the rest his face from me he turned,As I were one no angel might regard(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):
"No moew in heaven than earth will he find GodWho does not know his loving mercy swiftBut waits the moment consummate and ripe,Each burden, from each human soul to lift."
Though I was dead, I died again for shame;Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;The ranks of angels looked away from me(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).
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