There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

And let them pass, as they will too soon, / With the bean-flowers' boon, / And the blackbird's tune, / And May, and June!

Outside are the storms and strangers: We - Oh, close, safe and warm sleep I and she, I - and she

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.

What I aspired to be! And was not, comforts me

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew