Guesses
Christina Rossetti

Was it a chance that made her pause
One moment at the opened door,
Pale where she stood so flushed before
As one a spirit overawes: —
Or might it rather be because
She felt the grave was at our feet,
And felt that we should no more meet
Upon its hither side no more?

Was it a chance that made her turn
Once toward the window passing by,
One moment with a shrinking eye
Wherein her spirit seemed to yearn: —
Or did her soul then first discern
How long and rough the pathway is
That leads us home from vanities,
And how it will be good to die?

There was a hill she had to pass;
And while I watched her up the hill
She stooped one moment hurrying still,
But left a rose upon the grass:
Was it mere idleness: — or was
Herself with her own self at strife
Till while she chose the better life
She felt this life has power to kill?

Perhaps she did it carelessly,
Perhaps it was an idle thought;
Or else it was the grace unbought,
A pledge to all eternity:
I know not yet how this may be;
But I shall know when face to face
In Paradise we find a place
And love with love that endeth not.