Chapter 143 No.143

At night, in secret, there they came,

The Palmer and the holy dame.

The moon among the clouds rose high,

And all the city hum was by.

Upon the street, where late before

Did din of war and warriors roar,

You might have heard a pebble fall,

A beetle hum, a cricket sing,

An owlet flap his boding wing

On Giles's steeple tall.