‘Twas by the subtle light of many moons
that you and I considered what would be
when we were married. Each of us could see
some aspect of the light. Thus, very soon,
and by the subtle light of many moons,
we told each other. Blessed certainty
proceeds from this, and gracious harmony
breathes easily - though time will call the tune.
And those who chance to wed are wed to chance:
in fearful thrall to nature’s ruthless tide,
they ebb and flow by force of circumstance.
Yet I’ve a true companion for a Bride:
through days of strife, to nights of fine romance.