All that thine utmost heart would know:
Laughter loud, and whispers low,
Ruddy joy, soft lips and kisses,
Opening out Life’s raptest blisses.
This thy Heaven; yea, whoso misses
This, shall slip the rarest worth
Possible to his strenuous girth,
In the delicious garden of Earth.
So come to me, dear love, my sweet,
Time and the Hours are all too fleet;