Queen: In your voice there seemed to sound some far-off thing. Some strange thing. Was it sorrow?
Zoon: No; we are too high; sorrow cannot come. No grief can touch us here, no woe drift up to us from the woes of Earth.
Queen: I thought there was some strange thing in your voice, like sorrows we have dreamed.
Zoon: No, Golden Queen. Those fancied sorrows of dreams cannot touch reality.
Queen: You will never be sorry we have woken and left the dream of Earth?
Zoon: No, glorious lady; nothing can bring me trouble ever again.
Queen: Not even I?
Zoon: Never you, my Golden Zoomzoomarma, for on this sacred peak where there is only love you cannot.
Queen: We will dwell here for ever in endless joy.
Zoon (looking down): All dead now, all the Princes.