“Put what will come on the top of the moment away.... The moonlight ... and thou and I.”
“Thou and I.”
“The long, the terrible, entrancing, ugly, and beautiful past!”
“And now all welcome. Rich ground for the fruit tree!”
“The without comes within ... and is made lovely.”
“And makes in time a without lovelier than the first.... And it goes on.... To dwell in the wondrous centre!”
They sat quiet. The sunlight poured upon the moon, the foam and spray back springing gave light to night-time earth. “Thou and I.... It is a night for memory!”
“I hear a voice singing in the street. Do you remember—”
“... Fiery death.... Do you remember a Greek town?”
“Yes, painfully.... Oh, the much that I remember!”