Queen: Turn, my Prince, from the dream of Earth, lest trouble come up from it.
Zoon: It cannot drift up here; yet we will turn from the dream.
Queen: Let us think of endless joy upon the edge of heaven.
Zoon: Yes, Queen; for ever in reality while all else dream away.
Queen: It is the years that make them drowsy. They dream to dream the years away. Time cannot reach so high as here, the years are far below us.
Zoon: Far below us, making a dream and troubling it.
Queen: They do not know in the dream that only love is real.
Zoon: If time could reach us here we should pass, too. Nothing is real where time is.
Queen: How shall we spend the calm that time does not vex, together here for ever?
Zoon: Holding your hand. (She gives it.) And kissing it often in the calm of eternity. Sometimes watching, a moment, the dream go by; then kissing your hand again all in eternity.