"Lord, come quickly!"
The Evening flushed full of hope; the Air panted; the Moon--rising before--ascended large, but her light showed no shape.
"Lean towards me, Eva. Enter my arms; repose thus."
"Thus I lean, O Invisible but felt! And what art thou?"
"Eva, I have brought a living draught from heaven. Daughter of Man, drink of my cup!"

"Lord, come quickly!"
The Evening flushed full of hope; the Moon ascended large, but her light showed no shape.
"Lean towards me, Eva. Enter my arms."
"Thus I lean, O Invisible but felt! And what art thou?"
"Eva, I have brought a living draught from heaven. Daughter of Man, drink of my cup!"
