Till Love came by to molest his reign.
One was gay, and he stole the maid,
In the dark of the moon he bore her far,
And the grave one followed them down the glade
And tracked them close by star and star.
He caught them by the yellow sea-shore,
To light the rivals the dawn did rise,
And the grave man’s love the gay one bore,
And love for her captor lighted her eyes.
They fought with knives and the captor bled