Because the night is beautiful
and the moon her daughter, dutiful,
beguiling pure and smiling
she draws young eyes to the dark.
When far removed is sunlight,
let all secret doings take flight
-all whispering and flittering,
all fleeting glance, and sigh.
Then come to me there waiting
beneath the willow's shading;
we trysting in the misting
meadow will walk with the night.
We'll see the stars above us,
hear them sing and know they love us,
unending is the lending
hearts each other, ever more.
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