I dreamed that i was dead and crossed the heavens, Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift, And cried "o god where art thou!" I left one on earth, Whose burden I would pray thee lift
I was so dead I wondered at no thing, Not even that the angels slowly turned their faces, speechless, as I hurried by(beneath my feet the golden pavements burned)
Nor, at the first, that i could not find good, because the heavens stretched endlessly like space. At least a terror siezed my very soul; I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden one compassionate cried out, though like the rest his face turned, As I were one no angel might regard (beneath my feet the golden pavements burned)
"No meow in heaven than earth will he find god who does not know his loving mercy swift but waits the movement consummate and ripe, Each burden from each human soul to lift."