The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Reason is also choice.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.