Play on through time beneath the eyes of God.
RETROSPECT
“Backward,” he said, “dear heart, I like to look
To those half-spring, half-winter days, when first
We drew together, ere the leaf-buds burst.
Sunbeams were silver yet, keen gusts yet shook
The boughs. Have you remembered that kind book
That for our sake Galeotto’s part rehearsed,
(The friend of lovers,—this time blessed, not cursed!)