Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

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!

Where The Scriptures Speak, We Speak; Where The Scriptures Are Silent, We Are Silent.

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.