Beneath the evening star—the star of love.
Their souls fled to each other suddenly:
So that they felt they were ordained of old,
To twain be one, one flesh, one bone, one soul.
They loved, and dwelt among the grassy hills,
By lakes that mirrored all their trees and flowers.
A happy life, and curly-headed boys
Were round their steps, their walks, their cottage door,
Filling the air with laughter, silvery sweet.
Gay spring, bright summer, autumn, winter passed,