Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.