Thomas Hardy - "By The Runic Stone" lyrics

(Two who became a story) By the Runic Stone They sat, where the gra** sloped down, And chattered, he white-hatted, she in brown, Pink-faced, breeze-blown. Rapt there alone In the transport of talking so In such a place, there was nothing to let them know What hours had flown. And the die thrown By them heedlessly there, the dent It was to cut in their encompa**ment, Were, too, unknown. It might have strown Their zest with qualms to see, As in a gla**, Time toss their history From zone to zone!