Lovers on a Moor

on the moor
I was sure that I’d dance
and perchance
With my sweet
I might meet.
But she tripped
And then slipped
In a swamp;
Tried to stomp
To the bank
But she sank
Was held fast.
Quite aghast,
I gave chase
In such haste
That I fell
As well.
no we lie
In the sty,
Turn to slime
Over time,
Never seen
On the green
Of the glade;
We shall fade
In our plot
On the moor.