“No true love.”
“Then were we driven apart.... We were taught, or we began to teach ourselves—”
“Yes.... Old, dim miseries.... Then there unfolded a higher world....”
“Often the old plucked us back.... But we guarded the flame with our hands.”
“Yes.... The old world is afire, consumed for the new!”
“That is the meaning of sacrifice.”
“That is the meaning of sacrifice.”
The rain dashed, the wind beat, the firelight danced.
“Years like the raindrops or the sands of the sea.... Years to come like the raindrops or the sands of the sea.”
“There were old unions, and they seemed true.... The flutes breathed, the drums beat.... But now something stranger, sweeter, higher, more pervasive—”