Two happy people beautiful and brave
Within a grotto carved for mortal love
Were starved of everything but what they crave
Beyond all else below the high above
That smiled so sweetly on their fronting dale
And for a summer held them in the thrall
Of brook and sunshine, lime and nightingale
Till fortune, planets, stars, the gods and all
The great gears of the universal dial
Struck twelve o’clock twice for the hundredth time
And all at once with one abandoned smile
Their happy pleasure turned unhappy crime
Against the niceties of those who judge
The splitting of a pea and taste of fudge.
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