Then we thought it was right melancholy
To be out in the dark without talk—
For we knew that we came out to talk
Still we felt in our hearts it was folly
The vast dream of silence to baulk,
Till, whispering at last, I said—Golly!
And Sarah back whisper’d me—Lawk!
And now as the night was senescent,
And some roosters were hinting of morn,—
Foolish roosters then hinting of morn!—