A Conjecture

I wonder, dear, if you had been   The maiden queen’s pet maid of honor, A flower of that fair time wherein   A court of roses smiled upon her, And I, erewhile, by Trojan wall   Had fiercely fought for Grecian glory, Beheld the pride of Priam fall,   And home in Athens told the story, Whether we, wandering in the glow   Of the Hereafter’s radiant spaces, Would there have mutely met, and so   Seen love make bright our yearning faces