I know two hearts can live a life complete,
With hope still ardent, and with faith still sweet;
You preach the wretched gospel of the hour,
That the Ideal is secondary!
Stiver.
No!
It’s primary: appointed, like the flower,
To generate the fruit, and then to go.
[Indoors, Miss Jay plays and sings: “In the Gloaming.” Stiver stands listening in silent emotion.
With the same melody she calls me yet