Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?