L I F E

Show me again the hour
When by pinnacled tower
We eyed each other and feared futurity
Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings,
Love lures life on

Show me again just this:
The moment of that kiss
Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry tree
Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness,
Love lures life on

THOMAS HARDY 1898