Whereso your angel is,
My angel goeth;
I am left guardianless,
Paradise knoweth!
I have no Heaven left
To weep my wrongs to;
Heaven, when you went from us;
Went with my songs too.
_Seraphim_,
_Her to hymn_,
_Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_
_The harping of mortals_!