love for man's.

_First Angel._

We may reprove
The world for this, not only her:
Let me approach to breathe away
This dust o' the heart with holy air.

_Second Angel._

Stand off! She sleeps, and did not pray.

_First Angel._

Did none pray for her?

_Second Angel._

Ay, a child,--
Who never, praying, wept before:
While, in a mother undefiled,
Prayer goeth on in sleep, as true
And pauseless as the pulses do.

_First Angel._

Then I approach.

_Second Angel._

It is not WILLED.

_First Angel._

One word: is she redeemed?

_Second Angel._

No more!
The place is filled. [Angels _vanish_

_Evil Spirit (in a Nun's garb by the bed)._

Forbear that dream--forbear that dream! too near to heaven it leaned.

_Onora (in sleep)._

Nay, leave me this--but only this! 't is but a dream, sweet fiend!

_Evil Spirit._

It is a _thought_.

_Onora (in sleep)._

A sleeping thought--most innocent of good:
It doth the Devil no harm, sweet fiend! it cannot if it would.
I say in it no holy hymn, I do no holy work,
I scarcely hear the sabbath-bell that chimeth from the kirk.

_Evil Spirit._

Forbear that dream--forbear that dream!

_Onora (in sleep)._

Nay, let me dream at least.
That far-off bell, it may be took for viol at a feast:
I only walk among the fields, beneath the autumn-sun,
With my dead father, hand in hand, as I have often done.

_Evil Spirit._

Forbear that dream--forbear that dream!

_Onora (in sleep)._

Nay, sweet fiend, let me go:
I never more can walk with _him_, oh, never more but so!
For they have tied my father's feet beneath the kirk-yard stone,
Oh, deep and straight! oh, very straight! they move at nights alone:
And then he calleth through my dreams, he calleth tenderly,
"Come forth, my daughter, my beloved, and walk the fields with me!"

_Evil Spirit._

Forbear that dream, or else disprove its pureness by a sign.

_Onora (in sleep)._

Speak on, thou shalt be satisfied, my word shall answer thine.
I heard a bird which used to sing when I a child was praying,
I see the poppies in the corn I used to sport away in:
What shall I do--tread down the dew and pull the blossoms blowi