Remember, sweet! some evening when you sit

With idle hands, and book but half read through;

When those dear eyes of yours find incomplete

The landscape deep in shade and wet with dew;

When that clear mind of yours goes wandering out

To seek contentment, ay, and finds no rest;

When those grave thoughts of yours are filled with doubt,

And vague mistrust of all the world deems best;

Remember!—for one hour we conquered fate;

Filled in the blanks and set the puzzle right;

We were complete, a glorious, living whole,

A perfect cadence of supreme delight—

I think eternity was ours that night.