When Love Is At Its Best, One

The Voice Of One Who Goes Before, To Makethe Paths Of June More Beautiful, Is Thinesweet May!

When Love Is At Its Best, One Loves So Much That He Cannot Forget.

O Proudly Name Their Names Who Bravely Sail| To Seek Brave Lost In Arctic Snows And Seas!

Great Loves, To The Last, Have Pulses Red; All Great Loves That Have Ever Died Dropped Dead.

O Bees, Sweet Bees!" I Said; "that Nearest Field Is Shining White With Fragrant Immortelles Fly Swiftly There And Drain Those Honey Wells.