John Hall Wheelock: The Unknown Belovèd

The Unknown Belovèd

John Hall Wheelock

I dreamed I passed a doorway    Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding    About a flowery wreath.
What drew me so I know not,    But drawing near I said, "Kind sir, and can you tell me    Who is it here lies dead?"
Said he, "Your most belovèd    Died here this very day, That had known twenty Aprils    Had she but lived till May."
Astonished I made answer,    "Good sir, how say you so! Here have I no belovèd,    This house I do not know."
Quoth he, "Who from the world's end    Was destined unto thee Here lies, thy true belovèd    Whom thou shalt never see."
I dreamed I passed a doorway    Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding    About a flowery wreath.