The angels came and sought her. They found her by my side, There where her wings had brought her. The angels took her away. She had left their home, their God‑bright day And come by me to abide. She loved me because love Loves but imperfect things. The angels came from above And bore her away from me. They bore her away for ever Between their luminous wings. 'Tis true she was their sister And near to God as they. But she loved me because My heart had not a sister. They have taken her away, And this is all there was.
