| Speech after long silence; it is right, |
| All other lovers being estranged or dead, |
| Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, |
| The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night, |
| That we descant and yet again descant |
| Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: |
| Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young |
| We loved each other and were ignorant. |