Skyene ruller. Skyene går og kommer søvngjengerstille ut fra uendeligheten, belte bak belte og tog bak tog, og skifte farve på jorden.

When we two walked in the field
We imagined that happiness
Was something different
And this was something less.

 But happy were we to hide
Our happiness, not as they were
Who acted in their pride
Juno and Jupiter:

For the Gods in their jealousy
Murdered that wife and man,
And we that were wise live free
To recall our happiness then.