Gone.

Alone, at midnight as he knelt, his spirit was aware1
                        
                        Of Somewhat falling in between the silence and the 
prayer.2
                        prayer.2
A bell’s dull clangour that hath sped so far, it faints and 
dies3
                        
                        dies3
So soon as it hath reach’d the ear whereto its errand 
lies ;4
                        lies ;4
And as he rose up from his knees, his spirit was aware5
                        
                        Of Somewhat, forceful and unseen, that sought to hold 
him there.6
                        him there.6
As of a Form that stood behind, and on his shoulders 
prest7
                        
                        prest7
Both hands to stay his rising up, and Somewhat in his 
breast,8
                        breast,8
In accents clearer far than words, spake,  “ Pray yet 
longer, pray,9
                        
                        longer, pray,9
For one that ever pray’d for thee, this night hath pass’d 
away ;10
                        away ;10
“ A soul that climbing hour by hour, the silver-shining 
stair11
                        
                        stair11
That leads to God’s great treasure-house, grew covetous ; 
and there12
                        and there12
“ Was stored no blessing and no boon, for thee she did 
not claim,13
                        
                        not claim,13
(So lowly, yet importunate!) and ever with thy
                              name14
                        “ She link’d, that none in earth or heaven might hinder 
it or stay,15
                        
                        it or stay,15
One Other Name, so strong, that thine hath never 
miss’d its way.16
                        miss’d its way.16
“ This very night within my arms this gracious soul I bore17
                        
                        Within the Gate, where many a prayer of hers had 
gone before ;18
                        gone before ;18
“ And where she resteth, evermore, one constant song 
they raise,19
                        
                        they raise,19
Of  ‘ Holy, holy,’ so that now I know not if she prays ;20
                        “ But for the voice of Praise in heaven, a voice of Prayer 
hath gone21
                        
                        hath gone21
From Earth ;  thy name upriseth now no more; pray 
on, pray on.”22
                        on, pray on.”22