Beauty is not beauty without love.
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.