In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed; In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. … But earthly spirit could not tell The heart of them that loved so well; True love’s the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is not Fantasy’s hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die: It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
—Sir Walter Scott