THE WHORE IN HEAVEN 89
Where the vast whiteness of the Godhead sate,
A fearful glory shone upon the throne,
And through the diamond music of the gate
She entered, unresisting and alone,
Up to God’s presence. Then that calm voice rolled
Flecking its whiteness with immortal gold :
“ Daughter of Earth, take thou thy proper stand,
Virgin of Virgins, at My own right hand!”