| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | The Angel | | By Dorothy S. Silverman |
| | | I DREAMT I saw an angel in the sky, | |
| Her face was calm and fair up there on high; | |
| She smiled at me—a strange and lovely smile | |
| That had in it no thought of earthly guile. | |
| She looked so fair, so strange and wondrous pure, | 5 |
| That ’twas an angel, I was passing sure; | |
| She spoke—her voice was music in the air; | |
| So sweet it was, it matched her person fair. | |
| She asked me, “Is there aught that I can do?” | |
| I humbly answered, “Make me fair as you.” | 10 |
| She smiled again, that strange unearthly smile, | |
| That made all mundane things seem crude and vile— | |
| “Thou art not ready yet,” she seemed to say | |
| And with a sigh, she floated far away. | | | | |
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