For His Dead Wife

With cheerful aspect full of reverence, with robe of white and scarlet hue, her brow serene with its two eyes, my dear delight appeared to me in sleep.
I kneeled before her and with gracious love she spoke and I took counsel with her how to live in this my exile, weeping the while and waiting her reply.
She listened, gazing at me, and spoke to me most heavenly things, and I now learn them and keep them still concealed in my memory.
At last she left me and departed, scattering roses and violets through the air: I stretched my hand out to them, then did chide myself.
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