Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
I think everyone dreams of that nice romantic wedding.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?
If I felt, in the event of a royal wedding, inspired to write about people coming together in marriage or civil partnership, I would just be grateful to have an idea for the poem. And if I didn't, I'd ignore it.
Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.
The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality.
Love in marriage should be the accomplishment of a beautiful dream, and not, as it too often is, the end.
Isn't that what love means, to fill ordinary, commonplace, conventional things with magic and significance, not to need the moon and white scent-heavy flowers at night?