Thomas Hardy - The Dawn after the Dance lyrics

Here is your parents' dwelling with its curtained windows telling Of no thought of us within it or of our arrival here; Their slumbers have been normal after one day more of formal Matrimonial commonplace and household life's mechanic gear. I would be candid willingly, but dawn draws on so chillingly As to render further cheerlessness intolerable now, So I will not stand endeavouring to declare a day for severing, But will clasp you just as always—just the olden love avow. Through serene and surly weather we have walked the ways together, And this long night's dance this year's end eve now finishes the spell; Yet we dreamt us but beginning a sweet sempiternal spinning Of a cord we have spun to breaking—too intemperately, too well. Yes; last night we danced I know, Dear, as we did that year ago, Dear, When a new strange bond between our days was formed, and felt, and heard; Would that dancing were the worst thing from the latest to the first thing That the faded year can charge us with; but what avails a word! That which makes man's love the lighter and the woman's burn no brighter Came to pa** with us inevitably while slipped the shortening year . . . And there stands your father's dwelling with its blind bleak windows telling That the vows of man and maid are frail as filmy gossamere.