And all our lonely road be clothed in gray,
Yet what care we how dark may be the way,
Or whether e’er we see the sun again;
On shall we journey through the stinging rain,
Our glad hearts beating to a roundelay
Learned long ago in one great, joyous day,
When we first knew we had not lived in vain.
We two have lived, we drank the ruddy wine
And felt the wonder of its burning kiss—
Let come what may there is no earthly power