Our quarrel seemed a giant thing,
It made the room feel mean and small,
The books, the lamp, the furniture,
The very pictures on the wall —

Crowded upon us as we sat
Pale and terrified, face to face.
" Why do you stay?" she said, " my room
Can never be your resting place."

" Katinka, ere we part for life,
I pray you walk once more with me."
So down the dark, familiar road
We paced together, silently.

The sky — it seemed on fire with stars!
I said: — " Katinka dear, look up!"
Like thirsty children, both of us
Drank from that giant loving cup.

" Who were those dolls ?" Katinka said.
" What were their stupid, vague alarms?"
And suddenly we turned and laughed
And rushed into each other's arms.