An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays; I only know she came and went.
The poetical works of James R. Lowell (ed. 1858)
An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays; I only know she came and went.
The poetical works of James R. Lowell (ed. 1858)