Our minds are married, but we are too young
For wedlock by the customs of this age
When parent homes pen each in seperate cage
And only supper-earning songs are sung.
Times past, when medieval woods were green,
Babes were betrothed, and that betrothal brief.
Remember Romeo in love and grief
- Those star-crossed lovers - Juliet was fourteen.
Times past, the caveman by his new-found fire
Rested beside his mate in woodsmoke's scent.
By our own fireside we shall rest content
Fifty years hence keep troth with hearts desire.
We shall remember, when our hair is white,
These clouded days revealed in radiant light.
George Orwell
Given to Jacintha Buddicom, Christmas 1918
