Gentle angel with your mantle, br All of tender green, br I was yearning for a vision br Of the life unseen. br br When you hovered in the sunset, br Just as rain was done; br Where the dropping from the poplars br Seemed like rain begun. br br There you gathered forming slowly br Rounding into view: br All your vesture glowed like verdure br When the sap is new. br br Then you mutely gave your warning br And I felt the stress br Of its passion and its presage br And its utterness. br br There you swayed one tranquil moment, br Mystically fair, br Then you were not of the sunset, br Were not in the air.