O Love, that we had found thee in the shade

Where, all day long, the deep, leaf-hidden glade

Hears but the moan of some forsaken dove,

Or the clear song of happy, nameless streams;

Where, all night long, the August moonlight gleams

Through warm, green dusk, no longer cold and white!

O Love, that we had found thee, unafraid,

One summer morn, and followed thee till night,

As unknown valley-lovers follow Love!

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