Queen: It is true.
Zoon: On this clear peak that just enters Heaven love is and only here. The rest is dreams.
Queen: Could we awake from love and find Earth true?
Zoon: No, no, no. Sweet Lady, let not such fancies alarm you.
Queen: And yet folks wake from dreams. It would be terrible.
Zoon: No, no, there are things too real for dreams. You cannot waken from love. Dreams are of fantastic things, things fanciful and weak, and things confused and intricate like Earth. When you think of them in your dreams you see their unreality. But if love were not real what could there be to wake to.
Queen: True. How wise you are. It was but a fancy that troubled me. (Looking down.) It was one of those dreams at dawn. It is faint and far-off now.
Zoon: Will you love me for ever, Golden Queen?
Queen: For ever. Why not? You will love me for ever?
Zoon: For ever. I cannot help it.