What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
And may you happy live, And long us bless.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.