They by the churchyard; entered in
And sheltered underneath the eaves—
So sweetly close; yet firm her chin.
Her warmth, her fragrance, thrilled his blood;
And she—half frightened and half kind—
Whispered the warning words “be good,”
But left his venturous arm entwined.
When the shower stopped his hopes sank low,
Farewell kind walls and darkling spire!
They walked forlornly down Church Row;