No More Learning

God's divinest burneth plain
Through the crystal diaphane
Of our loves that love you.

_First Voice. _ Gabriel, O Gabriel!

_Second Voice. _ What wouldst _thou_ with me?

_First Voice. _ Is it true, O thou Gabriel, that the crown
Of sorrow which I claimed, another claims?
That HE claims THAT too?

_Second Voice. _ Lost one, it is true.

_First Voice. _ That HE will be an exile from his heaven,
To lead those exiles homeward?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice.
_ That HE will be an exile by his will,
As I by mine election?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ That _I_ shall stand sole exile finally,--
Made desolate for fruition?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ Gabriel!

_Second Voice. _ I hearken.

_First Voice. _ Is it true besides--
Aright true--that mine orient Star will give
Her name of "Bright and Morning-Star" to HIM,--
And take the fairness of his virtue back
To cover loss and sadness?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice.