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 Angel and maiden, and all in one,— All but the eyes.—They were there, but yet They seemed somehow like a soul half done. What was the matter? Did God forget? . ..

But he wrought them at last with a skill so sure That her eyes were the eyes of a deathless woman,— With a gleam of heaven to make them pure, And a glimmer of hell to make them human.

God never forgets.—And he worships her There in that same still room of his, For his wife, and his constant arbiter Of the world that was and the world that is.

And he wonders yet what her love could be To punish him after that strife so grim; But the longer he lives with her eyes to see, The plainer it all comes back to him.