Mid gigantic forests and splendid flow'rs,
Where sorrow cannot bewilder us more,
Or fear reach a solitude perfect as ours.
Crossing blue oceans 'neath heavens as blue,
Seeking new worlds with new winters and springs;
Even the old stars are changing to new,
Lovely confusion of wonderful things!
Almost forgetting to feel a regret—
Almost forgotten the world whence we came—
Only our hearts, Harry, cannot forget;