And then this one?
Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Mrs. Cromwell:
Yes. Far other worlds, and other seas. I wish your father would come. I want to go to sleep, and you never know.
Bridget:
I think father is coming now.
(Cromwell comes in. He wears plain civilian clothes.)
Cromwell:
Well, mother dear.
(He kisses her.)