"Oh dearest, my sweetest!
You must tell me now,
What causes the furrows
A-rest on your brow?"
And I say, "I prithee our time do meet soon,
To the time when forget-me-nots bloom,
So that I may pick one for the morrow,
Only to save one for the noon...
I'd even give up slaying princesses-
Befriending dragons, (though absurd!)
All the stardust I could hold.
Every siren song unheard".