There came a Day at Summer's full

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 —