Alas! so did I love.
THE WIFE
Tell me of love.
THE MOTHER
Belovéd, what should I tell
That his lips have not taught you?
THE WIFE
Tell of yours;
So that I may compare your flowers with mine,
Your doubts and times of joy, and how arose
The sudden and sweet passion in your heart;
Did the world burst forth, like a flower from bud,
All suddenly in beauty, when you met?
THE MOTHER
Ah, how your words have wakened memory,
And bitter-sweet, like love itself, it is.
THE WIFE