Sonnet Lxi:

LXI When I remember, Love, the happy hours That came too rarely, and appeared too brief, Rescued by us from our divided grief, I say with joy, therein this lot of ours Was gilt with sunshine and bedecked with flowers; And, in so much, stands out in bright relief, As that which partial fate has blessed in chief, Above the lots o'er which her forehead lowers. I trust that such remembrances abide For the soul's gratitude and endless praise, Even through the mystery of those untried ways Where I shall walk forever at thy side; And that these golden memories shall glide Into our thoughts like heaven's fair yesterdays.