With wandering eyes and aimless zeal, br She hither, thither, goes; br Her speech, her motions, all reveal br A mind without repose. br br She climbs the hills, she haunts the sea, br By madness tortured, driven; br One hour's forgetfulness would be br A gift from very heaven! br br She slumbers into new distress; br The night is worse than day: br Exulting in her helplessness, br Hell's dogs yet louder bay. br br The demons blast her to and fro; br She has no quiet place, br Enough a woman still, to know br A haunting dim disgrace. br br A human touch! a pang of death! br And in a low delight br Thou liest, waiting for new breath. br For morning out of night. br br Thou risest up: the earth is fair, br The wind is cool; thou art free! br Is it a dream of hell's despair br Dissolves in ecstasy? br br That man did touch thee! Eyes divine br Make sunrise in thy soul; br Thou seest love in order shine:- br His health hath made thee whole! br br Thou, sharing in the awful doom, br Didst help thy Lord to die; br Then, weeping o'er his empty tomb, br Didst hear him br Mary br cry. br br He stands in haste; he cannot stop; br Home to his God he fares: br 'Go tell my brothers I go up br To my Father, mine and theirs.