• Heart of my heart, the world is young;
    Love lies hidden in every rose!
    Every song that the skylark sung
    Once, we thought, must come to a close:
    Now we know the spirit of song,
    Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
    Hand in hand as we wander along,
    What should we doubt of the years that roll?

    Alfred Noyes (1911). “Drake. The enchanted island. New poems”