Show me again the time

      When in the Junetide’s prime

   We flew by meads and mountains northerly!—

Yea, to such freshness, fairness, fulness, fineness, freeness,

      Love lures life on.

      Show me again the day

      When from the sandy bay

   We looked together upon the pestered sea!—

Yea, to such surging, swaying, sighing, swelling, shrinking,

      Love lures life on.

      Show me again the hour

      When by the 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.

Begun November 1898.