Chapter 28 Future

AND, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song We sang together softly, to enrich The poor world with the sense of love, and witch, The heart out of things evil,--I am strong, Knowing ye are not lost for aye among The hills, with last years thrush. God keeps a niche In Heaven to hold our idols; He brake them to our faces and denied That our close kisses should damage their white, I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty,--glorified New Memnons singing in the great God-light.