Frederick William Faber - The After-state lyrics

A spirit came upon me in the night And led me gently down a rocky stair Unto a peopled garden, green and fair, Where all the day there was an evening light. Trees out of every nation blended there. The citron shrub its golden fruit did train Against an English elm: it was like a dream Because there was no wind; and things did seem All near and big, like mountains before rain, Far in those twilight bowers beside a stream The soul of one who had but lately died Hung listening, with a brother at his side; And no one spoke in all that haunted place But looked quietly into each other's face.