And the dusk of the night and the light of day
In the depths of her glance are wed.
The old world hustles on eager feet,
And its songs are the songs of strife,
But we stand aside from the glare and heat
And we draw the curtain of Love’s retreat—
This dainty spirit of youth and I
Dreaming the dream of Life.
A fig for the warrior’s crown of fame!
For the faithless world’s caress!