Thomas Hardy - The Conformers lyrics

  Yes; we'll wed, my little fay,   And you shall write you mine, And in a villa chastely gray   We'll house, and sleep, and dine.   But those night-screened, divine,   Stolen trysts of heretofore, We of choice ecstasies and fine    Shall know no more.   The formal faced cohue   Will then no more upbraid With smiting smiles and whisperings two   Who have thrown less loves in shade.   We shall no more evade   The searching light of the sun, Our game of pa**ion will be played,    Our dreaming done.   We shall not go in stealth   To rendezvous unknown, But friends will ask me of your health,   And you about my own.   When we abide alone,   No leapings each to each, But syllables in frigid tone    Of household speech.   When down to dust we glide   Men will not say askance, As now: "How all the country side   Rings with their mad romance!"   But as they graveward glance   Remark: "In them we lose A worthy pair, who helped advance    Sound parish views."