Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Lines 73-78
"When round his head the aureole clings,
And he is cloth'd in white,
I 'll take his hand and go with him
To the deep wells of light;
As unto a stream we will step down,
And bathe there in God's sight."
- Now that the damsel has started talking, it seems that she's got a lot to say.
- In this stanza, she fantasizes about the time when her fella at long last will come up to her in heaven.
- It's going to be quite a reunion, apparently. He'll be decked out in white and sporting a halo (an "aureole" is a halo), and he'll take her hand as they move into the light of God (which is described metaphorically here as water—"wells," "stream," and "bathe").