From my farm, from hèr farm

Furtively we came.

In either home a hearth was warm:

We nursed a hungrier flame.

Our feet were foul with mire,

Our faces blind with mist;

But all the night was naked fire

About us where we kiss'd.

To her farm, to my farm,

Loathing we returned;

Pale beneath a gallow's arm

The planet Saturn burned.