Does he treat you kindly, all words as soft as down,
Have you live in Purest light,
No shade or Tempest found.
Are you placed upon an Alter where Juno once did reign,
And showered Stones of infinite hue,
All tributes to your name.
And do you both walk peaceful Sundays
Through fields of Honey’ed air,
And watch the Western Eve burn bright,
By old havens we once shared.
For the Heart lies weak and to the first Love must sway,
Such passions carve deep, So by Emotions give-way.
But Oh - I stole in and watched you , When soon the ‘Banns’ were passed,
Your face told tales of upmost joy,
Unmindful of the past.
If only, if only, if only, The age-old Chant does ring,
For I’m past ‘One-and-Twenty’,
And old Housman’s tale does sting.