In Angel's Care (1931),
That I had ears until I heard the cry
As of a mighty man in agony:
“How long, Lord, shall I lie thus foul and slow?
The arrows of thy lightning through me go,
And sting and torture me—yet here I lie
A shapeless mass that scarce can mould a sigh.”
The darkness thinned; I saw a thing below,
Like sheeted corpse a knot at head and feet.
Slow clomb the sun the mountains of the dead,
And looked upon the world: the silence broke!
A blinding struggle! then the thunderous beat
Of great exulting pinions stroke on stroke!
And from that world a mighty angel fled.
—Thomas Wingfold, Curate, chapter VIII
Syr is an ABJD; a Crobidoll Lance hybrid girl.