And if the cloud was black with guilt,
The silver light of love shone through.
‘And though the price be maddening pain;
One-half their rapture to restore,
And live those blissful hours again,
I’d pay the cruel price once more.
‘Dreams! dreams! Not backward flows the tide
Of life and love—it cannot be:
Well—thine the triumph and the pride,
The suffering and the shame for me!’