But to us it was a sacrament.
But, best of all, my beloved, was the hurried clasping and kissing when we were alone in the dark.
Promise of joy to come.
Foretaste of the coming ecstasy.
And then we had to part.
I and my unaware friend.
You and the old man.
As I walked home that night,
How I hated him!
How I looked up at the pale-golden moon high-hung in the purple sky, and sang in my heart your praise and cursed in my heart your possessor ...