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Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait, / The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late, / A night bird sings, of Life, and Love, and Fate!
Oh haste, my Sweet! Youth and its gladness goes, / Joy hath one summer time, like to the rose, / Love only lives through all the winter snows.
Then haste, my Sweet! These hours are all our own, / And see! A rose leaf on the night breeze blown! / For thee I wait -- for thee I wait alone!