Her soul from earth to Heaven lies, <br />Like the ladder of the vision, <br />Whereon go <br />To and fro, <br />In ascension and demission, <br />Star-flecked feet of Paradise. <br /> <br />Now she is drawn up from me, <br />All my angels, wet-eyed, tristful, <br />Gaze from great <br />Heaven's gate <br />Like pent children, very wistful, <br />That below a playmate see. <br /> <br />Dream-dispensing face of hers! <br />Ivory port which loosed upon me <br />Wings, I wist, <br />Whose amethyst <br />Trepidations have forgone me, - <br />Hesper's filmy traffickers!<br /><br />Francis Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scala-jacobi-portaque-eburnea/
