I WONDER, dear, if you had been
The maiden queen’s pet maid of honor,
A flower of that fair time wherein
A court of roses smiled upon her,

And I, erewhile, by Trojan wall
Had fiercely fought for Grecian glory,
Beheld the pride of Priam fall,
And home in Athens told the story,

Whether we, wandering in the glow
Of the Hereafter’s radiant spaces,
Would there have mutely met, and so
Seen love make bright our yearning faces