The poem
The Way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, -So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch; There is a secret lovers know, -I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart, Changing or ending, night or day; But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, -So lovers say.