Two eyes, whose light I lost when death
Came in and took away the breath,
Are with me, and though still unseen
Speak of the past, and what has been.
They shine upon me night and day
As twin stars in the heaven may.
And when their warmth is in my breast,
All earth-thoughts settle into rest;
But in their stead rise others, which
Take quiet voice, and wisdom preach.
I hear them, thinking of that voice
Which made the sky its early choice,
And all the music of its tone
But sounds to lead me on and on.
So in calm childlike trust I walk,
A growing reverence in my talk,
Not daring to look up, for fear
Those heaven-lit eyes should disappear.