She sat at tea just like the others. First

I merely had a notion that this guest

Held up her cup not quite like all the rest.

And once she gave a smile. It almost hurt.

When they arose at last, with talk and laughter,

And ambled slowly and as chance dictated

Through many rooms, their voices animated,

I saw her seek the noise and follow after,

Held in like one who in a little bit

Would have to sing where many people listened;

Her lighted eyes, which spoke of gladness, glistened

With outward luster, as a pond is lit.

She followed slowly, and it took much trying,

As though some obstacle still barred her stride;

And yet as if she on the farther side

Might not be walking any more, but flying.