"We’ll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
While the silent moon shine clearly;
I’ll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I lo’e thee dearly:
Not vernal show’rs to budding flow’rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!"

So he's taken a later Summer evening stroll with his lover ("charmer") and turned it into an examination of what it means to be human in the natural world in 5 octets.

#Genius