Never by conquest, but by cunning, for

That treaty whereby...

Mother. Well?

Luigi. (Sure he's arrived
The tell-tale cuckoo: spring's his confidant,
And he lets out her April purposes!)
Or...better go at once to modern times.

He has...they have...in fact, I understand
But can't restate the matter; that's my boast:
Others could reason it out to you, and prove
Things they have made me feel.

Mother. Why go to-night?
Morn's for adventure. Jupiter is now
A morning-star. I cannot hear you, Luigi!

Luigi. 'I am the bright and morning-star,' God saith—

And, 'to such an one I give the morning-star!'
The gift of the morning-star—have I God's gift
Of the morning-star?

Mother. Chiara will love to see
That Jupiter an evening-star next June.

Luigi. True, mother. Well for those who live through June!
Great noontides, thunder-storms, all glaring pumps
Which triumph at the heels of the god June
Leading his revel through our leafy world.
Yes, Chiara will be here.

Mother. In June: remember,

Yourself appointed that month for her coming.

Luigi. Was that low noise the echo?

Mother. The night-wind.
She must be grown—with her blue eyes upturned
As if life were one long and sweet surprise:

In June she comes.