That their two lives were destined to run on
In one united course. Passion for them
Had lost its fiery power and heedless rage,
And burnt with steady flame. Like summer morn
From rosy twilight, with expansion calm,
Unfolding into day, such was the course
Of their unsullied love. Their hands were pledged
With hopeful promise, ’ere few moons had passed;
And ’ere the seasons once had circled round,
Before the altar of yon village church,