by Rudyard
Kipling
She did not know that she was dead
But, when the pang
was o'er,
Sat down to wait her Master's tread
Upon the
Golden Floor,
With ears full-cock and anxious eyes,
Impatiently
resigned;
But ignorant that Paradise
Did not admit her
kind.
There was one step along the Stair
That led to Heaven's
Gate;
And, till she heard it, her affair
Was -- she
explained -- to wait.
And she explained with flattened ear,
Bared lip and milky tooth--
Storming against Ithuriel's
Spear
That only proved her truth!
Sudden -- far down the Bridge
of Ghosts
That anxious spirits clomb--
She caught that step
in all the hosts,
And knew that he had come.
She left them
wondering what to do,
But not a doubt had she.
Swifter than
her own squeal she flew
Across the Glassy Sea;
Flushing the
Cherubs everywhere,
And skidding as she ran,
She refuged
under Peter's Chair
And waited for her man.
* * * * *
*
There spoke a Spirit out of the press,
'Said: -- "Have you
any here
That saved a fool from drunkenness,
And a coward
from his fear?
"That turned a soul from dark to day
When other
help was vain;
That snatched it from Wanhope and made
A cur
a man again?"
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
And set the
Gate ajar.
"If I know aught of women and men
I trow she is
not far."
"Neither by virtue, speech nor art
Nor hope of grace
to win;
But godless innocence of heart
That never heard of
sin:
"Neither by beauty nor belief
Nor white example shown.
Something a wanton -- more a thief --
But -- most of all --
mine own."
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
"And send you
well to speed;
But, for all that I know of women and men
Your riddle is hard to read."
Then flew Dinah from under the
Chair,
Into his arms she flew --
And licked his face from
chin to hair
And Peter passed them through!
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