The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new-

The time was scarce profaned, by speech-
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe - of our Lord -
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this-time-
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.

The Hours slid fast-as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands-
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands-

And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix-
We gave no other Bond-

Sufficient troth, that we shall rise-
Deposed-at length, the Grave-
To that new Marriage,
Justified- through Calvaries of Love-