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.