Katharine Lee Bates - "The Rest Is Silence" III lyrics

When the bruised heart, bewildered first and numb, Quickened to pain, how pa**ing strange it seemed To miss her comfort! She, who still esteemed Old lore above the schools, would she not come With potency of hoarded balsamum, To heal the hurt? Thus craving her, I dreamed. Before me, sundering east from west, there gleamed A marble wall, illimitable, dumb, A blank of white! when lo, her own sweet face, With no more halo than the crispy lace I knew so well, from sudden casement smiled, --Her blithe, audacious self, infringing so With stolen peep d**h's new punctiliom, Breaking his code to rea**ure her child.