That was merely half the talked, when we went forth in threes
The moon so full, your love so rich
And our joy all in all with these.
Low as the wind and pale the stars that wandered through our sky
Our hope was round like a candle flame
And a flame glowed bright in your eye.
That was merely a taste of love and we sensed it augured feast
and we both slipped fast into thralldom's net