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Ah, hold me fast! What of the day? / I care not if the sun be dead, / Nor if the stars be gold or gray. / Nay, though the rising moon be red, / Our dawn is here, our night is past, / The world may fade -- but hold me fast!
Ah, hold me fast! What of the years? / I care not if our youth be fled, / Nor that our drink be blood and tears, / And bitterness our daily bread. / Nay, though the flames of hell be cast -- / They light thy face -- ah, hold me fast!