• though the world there is a warning,
    And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
    Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover,

    The daisies are fair blooming,
    Though the hills be held shadows,
    and the sea a dark wonder,
    this day draw a veil over all deeds of us together that has passed over,
    while our hands shall will tremble but be ever laced together, and our feet shall not falter

    The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
    These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.