Within the roofless steading
We lay that summer night,
Dry heather for our bedding,
And stars for candlelight.

We lay in the warm heather,
And watched the stars above,
Till we were drawn together
In the deep sleep of love.

Beneath the starry awning
We slumbered, breast to breast,
Until soft rain at dawning
Awakened us from rest:

And we arose; and slipping
Our clothes off by the dyke,
Greeted the day by dipping
Our bodies in the syke.

Lying on amber gravel,
We let the crystal stream
Wash off the stains of travel,
And the sweet sloth of dream:

And then we dressed; and slinging
Our packs on, took our way,
As the first lark was singing,
Into the golden day.