Some
strange thing. Was it sorrow?
ZOON: No; we are too high; sorrow cannot come. No grief can touch us
here, no woe drift up to us from the woes of Earth.
QUEEN: I thought there was some strange thing in your voice, like
sorrows we have dreamed.
ZOON: No, Golden Queen. Those fancied sorrows of dreams cannot touch
reality.
QUEEN: You will never be sorry we have woken and left the dream of
Earth?
ZOON: No, glorious lady; nothing can bring me trouble ever again.
QUEEN: Not even I?
ZOON: Never you, my Golden Zoomzoomarma, for on this sacred peak where
there is only love you cannot.
QUEEN: We will dwell here for ever in endless joy.
ZOON (_looking down_): All dead now, all the Princes.
QUEEN: Turn, my Prince, from the dream of Earth, lest trouble come up
from it.
ZOON: It cannot drift up here; yet we will turn from the dream.
QUEEN: Let us think of endless joy upon the edge of heaven.
ZOON: Yes, Queen; for ever in reality while all else dream away.
QUEEN: It is the years that make them drowsy. They dream to dream the
years away. Time cannot reach so high as here, the years are far below
us.
ZOON: Far below us, making a dream and troubling it.
QUEEN: They do not know in the dream that only love is real.
ZOON: If time could reach us here we should pass, too.
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