Better first to love, and then to die!" "Do not speak so," he said; "let us sit here and be happy for a little while to-night, and leave trouble till to-morrow." And, where on a bygone day Beatrice had tarried with another wooer, side by side they sat upon the great stone and talked such talk as lovers use.
Above them moaned the rising gale, though sheltered as they were by cliffs its breath scarcely stirred their hair.

In front of them the long waves boomed upon the beach, while far out to sea the crescent moon, draped in angry light, seemed to ride the waters like a boat.
And were they alone with their great bliss, or did they only dream?
Nay, they were alone with love and lovers' joys, and all the truth was told, and all their doubts were done.

Now there was an end of hopes and fears; now reason fell and Love usurped his throne, and at that royal coming Heaven threw wide her gates.

Oh, Sweetest and most dear! Oh, Dearest and most sweet! Oh, to have lived to find this happy hour--oh, in this hour to die! See heaviness is behind us, see now we are one.

Blow, you winds, blow out your stormy heart; we know the secret of your strength, you rush to your desire.