Ard. 'Tis morning. Bertrand! You have watched all night?
Ber. O, there has been no night.
Ard. I slept it through.
Ber. Thy body slept, but thou hast been with me
O'er all the world, and farther than the world,
Out where the life begins.
Ard. That may be true,
For I had wondrous dreams.
Ber. You speak of dreams?
A magic touched me, and I woke from dream
Knowing my life. What ways we went! All things
Seemed new, warm with the Maker's hand, as young
As our own eyes, but 'twas eternity
That kept them sweet, unaging.
Ard. It was Love
Who gave thee eyes to see the world immortal
Even in our own.
Ber. Do all Love's votaries
Walk with such magic sight?
Ard. In truth! I've seen
A beggar woman tread the road-side dust
As it were showered gold, because she had
Love's eyes. And we—what joys our joy shall find!
The pearling skies with rose-breath drinking ours
'Tween sea and dawn! The leaves that turn i' the wind
And tremble in our hearts—the brook-song that
Began beyond the stars—the woodland nests,
Breast-warm——
Ber. And one is ours.