He bowed, and silent stood in wonderment and awe.
The father smiled, the mother smiled. Now why
Are her eyes downcast and his white brow glowing?
Say, have they vowed while heaven was witness by
With all her radiant lights like fountains flowing,
To love while water runs and woods are growing,
And stars glowed conscious of the compact pure?
They never woo'd, nor, love for love bestowing.
Met with the moonshine in the green-wood bow'r,
Nor looked and sighed, and looked and drank love by the hour.