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NOW sleeps the land of houses, and dead night holds the street, / And there thou liest, my baby, and sleepest soft and sweet; / My man is away for awhile, but safe and alone we lie; / And none heareth thy breath but thy mother, and the moon looking down from the sky / On the weary waste of the town, as it looked on the grass-edged road / Still warm with yesterday's sun, when I left my old abode, / Hand in hand with my love, that night of all nights in the year; / When the river of love o'erflowed and drowned all doubt and fear, / And we two were alone in the world, and once, if never again, / We knew of the secret of earth and the tale of its labour and pain.
Lo amidst London I lift thee, and how little and light thou art, / And thou without hope or fear, thou fear and hope of my heart!