'Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another— <br />Let us hold hands and look.' <br />She such a very ordinary little woman; <br />He such a thumping crook; <br />But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels <br />In the teashop's ingle-nook.<br /><br />John Betjeman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-bath-teashop/
