You look round over your shoulder; The swinging bliss no shattering ever destroys!

I suppose, between now and then, They are chosen, ah, they are fated

After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness Among the eager, cordial men. Must be a dream of grief, must like a crude