And I know the present is not a dream,
For I feel a touch and a well-known kiss;
And they are not phantoms that shine and gleam
From days that are past with a solemn bliss.
From days that are lit by a heaven-ray,
To kindle our hearts and strengthen our faith;
For Harry and I are changed in a way,
Like people whose eyes have looked upon death.[2]
My Harry has won such a patient mood,
And has grown so resolute and so wise;