Now, thinking back to golden days and eves

When all my world was you, and I was yours,

And the real world a sound beyond closed doors,

And love a sweeter thing than man believes,

I know that we are blessed, and I know

That, all else lost, we could not lose this past.

Here in this very hour you are my last

Dream and my first, and all around me go

A thousand thoughts of you. Present and past

I have, and nobly rich in these, and love

Of you, beloved heart, it seems above

My fortune that the gods should further cast

Down joy upon me. Yet I have in you

The past, the present, and the future, too.