Thomas Hardy — Lines To A Movement In Mozarts E-Flat Symphony

        Show me again the time         When in the Junetide's prime    We flew by meads and mountains northerly! - Yea, to such freshness, fairness, fulness, fineness, freeness,         Love lures life on.         Show me again the day          When from the sandy bay     We looked together upon the pestered sea! - Yea, to such surging, swaying, sighing, swelling, shrinking,         Love lures life on.         Show me again the hour         When by the pinnacled tower    We eyed each other and feared futurity! - Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings,         Love lures life on.         Show me again just this:         The moment of that kiss    Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry-tree! - Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness,         Love lures life on. Begun November 1898