Two in Arcadia

Excerpt: ''Geese and Lovers, Lovers and Geese! Sometimes a quarrel, And sometimes—peace. Come over the sea to me, to me, Come over the sea to me! The little ships go sailing by, But never a ship brings thee! There were no words, if I remember, But something subtler, deeper, Love. The night it was a cold December. With a shiv’ry, silver moon above— But in our hearts—the flame of love!''