Once at the Angelus
(Ere I was dead),
Angels all glorious
Came to my Bed; --
Angels in blue and white
Crowned on the Head.

One was the Friend I left
Stark in the Snow;
One was the Wife that died
Long, -- long ago;
One was the Love I lost . . .
How could she know?

One had my Mother's eyes,
Wistful and mild;
One had my Father's face;
One was a Child:
All of them bent to me, --
Bent down and smiled!