The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance,

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.