Under the swallows' nest
we laid down to rest,
and watched the Sun wester
and heard the birds' vesper,
with fingers intertwined
and eyes enshrined
in each other's gaze,
as the birds sang praise
to the day hallowed
by a breeze roused
from the world's truth-yester:
rebirth in Easter.
All as we came to rest,
under the swallows' nest.