What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you're loved again.
What's the best thing in the world?—Something out of it,
I think.
