Camma monologue (Act 5) — Becket and other plays

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.