If Puck Loved Titania
Within these walls, such as they are, we're lost!
No time have we to spend. So, send our hearts
To other when's and where's and, once apart,
They'll wind together and well-cheat the cost
Of love. For those walls be tall and shadowed,
And ill lit. Old are those walls that hold deep
Secrets whispered, and cold are keeps that keep
Dark truths told. There, those two hearts, though owed
To other's ears, may there make bold and speak
Aloud the treasures therein and relieve
The pain felt herein. Holding close the sheave's
Of heaven, and e're the morning star peeks
Out, they'll be gone, like lazy mists at dawn...
Remembered as having kissed...then gone.