'Oh Life Is Wonderful,' She Said, 'And All My World Is Bright; Can Paradise Show Fairer Skies, Or More Effulgent Light?' (Speak Lower, Lower, Mortal Heart, The Jealous Gods May Hear.) She Turned For Answer; But His Gaze Cut Past Her Like A Lance, And Shone Like Flame On One Who Came With Radiant Glance For Glance. (You Spoke Too Loud, O Mortal Heart, The Jealous Gods Were Near.) They Walked Through Green And Sunlit Ways; And Yet The Earth Seemed Black, For There Were Three, Where Two Should Be; So Runs The World, Alack. (The Listening Gods, The Jealous Gods, They Want No Edens Here.)