Chapter 44
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, I, 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.
