When they wad be togither they had to flee tae some such dead spot as this, or flaunt their love for one another in a busy street, where all who would micht laugh at them, as folk ha' a way o' doing, thoughtlessly, when they see the miracle o' young love, that is sae old that it is always young.
And yet, I saw the lassie's een.

I saw the way he looked at her.

It was for but a moment, as I passed.

But I wasna sorry for them mair.
For the miracle was upon them.

And in their een, dinna doot it, the old, grey fronts o' the hooses were green trees.