All that ought not to have been is not; but all that ought to be now is.

This is really an evolutionary teaching, but it is also poetical license, for the immoral side of mankind does not by any means die so quickly as the poet supposes.
It is perhaps a question of many tens of thousands of years to get rid of a few of our simpler faults.

Anyway, the fancy charms us and tempts us really to hope that these things might be so.
While the poets of our time so extend the history of a love backwards beyond this life, we might expect them to do the very same thing in the other direction.

I do not refer to reunion in heaven, or anything of that sort, but simply to affection continued after death.

There are some very pretty fancies of the kind.