This morning I met Miriam with a tall boy walking
Hand in happy hand, and I said "How-do-you-do?"
But she only looked at me, with lips pressed together,
And her eyes were shining as if she hardly knew.
I think she had forgotten the old frank greeting,
For she passed me by in silence as if she hadn't heard.
She was moving softly to love's remembered music,
And she was terribly afraid to risk a single word.
For she was treading carefully the battlements of heaven,
And they seemed very narrow and slipped sheer away,
And she was rather giddy, and could only smile primly
At me so far below her in the light of earthly day.