I hear thy voice, o turtle dove
The Dawn is all aglow,
Weary am I with love, with love.
Oh, whither shall i go?
Not so, o beautous bird above,
is joy to be denied....
For i have found my dear, my love;
And i am by his side.
We wander forth , and hand in hand
Through flowery ways we go,
I am the fairest in the land,
For he has called me so.
This poem is 3000 years old...beautiful isnt it?