Among all the others there sat a guest

Who sipped her tea as if one apart

And she held her cup not quite like the rest;

Once she smiled so it pierced one’s heart.

When the group of people arose at last

And laughed and talked in a merry tone

As lingeringly through the rooms they passed

I saw that she followed alone.

Tense and still like one who to sing must rise

Before a throng on a festal night

She lifted her head and her bright glad eyes

Were like pools which reflected light.

She followed on slowly after the last

As though some object must be passed by

And yet as if were it once but passed

She would no longer walk but fly.