Settling into a town below the river,
Owning a house there, where we three can live
Under a roof of promise, a law-giver
That lets a freedom into what we give –
Having our own place now, we ask its guidance.
Work that we do each day turns into its walls.
Inside the brick-ring is at a firm fine balance
Marriage. We do not dream of marble halls.
Built of the past, into the town around,
Love is the house we live in. Under its roof
Each of is enfranchised and can govern
Does not time’s masonry you too astound –
Our three years arch in this – my dear, my wife?
Nothing is grander than the love you’ve given.