Enduring as heaven and earth—no love however ancient can ever die;
Timeless as light and shadow—no debt of breeze and moonlight can ever be repaid.

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

Ah, what shall we say then, but that earth threatened often Shall live on for ever that such things may be, That the dry seed shall quicken, the hard earth shall soften, And the spring-bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea, That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me?

The pure, the beautiful, the bright,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth,
The longings after something lost, The spirit’s yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes,—
These things can never die.