Fall, deep waters of the sea, fall in thunder at the feet of earth; we hear the music of your pleading.
Earth, and Seas, and Winds, sing your great chant of love! Heaven and Space and Time, echo back the melody! For Life has called to us the answer of his riddle! Heart to heart we sit, and lips to lips, and we are more wise than Solomon, and richer than barbarian kings, for Happiness is ours.
To this end were we born, Dearest and most sweet, and from all time predestinate! To this end, Sweetest and most dear, do we live and die, in death to find completer unity.

For here is that secret of the world which wise men search and cannot find, and here too is the gate of Heaven.
Look into my eyes, and let me gaze on yours, and listen how these things shall be.

The world is but a mockery, and a shadow is our flesh, for where once they were there shall be naught.

Only Love is real; Love shall endure till all the suns are dead, and yet be young.
Kiss me, thou Conqueror, for Destiny is overcome, Sorrow is gone by; and the flame that we have hallowed upon this earthly altar shall still burn brightly, and yet more bright, when yonder stars have lost their fire.
But alas! words cannot give a fitting form to such a song as this.

Let music try! But music also folds her wings.