Here let us live!
May our friends and our fancies,
Our life's by-gone chances
Flourish and grow--
In thoughts as in things,
In trees as in tones,
In voices, entwining
Around us.
Here may my heart Through thee be laid bare
To myself and to thee
Who wert blind--
And joyfully, sinfully, Gladden thee, wound thee;
Though yearning with years
For a happy reunion
With thine.
III.
The next morning they were awakened by a loud and continued noise. When they could collect their thoughts they knew it was the church bells ringing for service; they had slept very late, but then they had worked till three o'clock, that is to say, until broad daylight.