Well, to sleep.
[_Goes to close door_.
CAMMA.
Nay, close not yet the door upon a night
That looks half day.
SINNATUS.
True; and my friends may spy him
And slay him as he runs.
CAMMA.
He is gone already.
Oh look,--yon grove upon the mountain,--white
In the sweet moon as with a lovelier snow!
But what a blotch of blackness underneath!
Sinnatus, you remember--yea, you must,
That there three years ago--the vast vine-bowers
Ran to the summit of the trees, and dropt
Their streamers earthward, which a breeze of May
Took ever and anon, and open'd out
The purple zone of hill and heaven; there
You told your love; and like the swaying vines--
Yea,--with our eyes,--our hearts, our prophet hopes
Let in the happy distance, and that all
But cloudless heaven which we have found together
In our three married years! You kiss'd me there
For the first time. Sinnatus, kiss me now.
SINNATUS.
First kiss. (_Kisses her_.) There then. You talk almost as if it
Might be the last.
CAMMA.
Will you not eat a little?
SINNATUS.
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