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| FOR a few hours of thy charming discourse | |
| I have now ridden seven moons. | |
| Timid delay was unknown to my horse, | |
| Fear to my servants. Over the dunes, | |
| Through the forests and the dark | 5 |
| We have struggled painfully. | |
| Ere the dawn awoke the lark, | |
| We would sing of thee, of thee. | |
| Greetings to thee my steeds would neigh; | |
| I sang my longing, lovelorn lay. | 10 |
| My men would all take up my tune, | |
| And so we roused the sunlight soon— | |
| The sun that followed on our way, | |
| To thee, thou sun, my sunshine gay. | |
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| And I have reached thee now at last: | 15 |
| I kiss and kiss thy hand. My heart | |
| Is beating lightly and so fast, | |
| As if it flew, an aimless dart! | |
| To-day I may be thy favoured knight; | |
| That gives me joy for all time to come. | 20 |
| The horses are ready at fall of night. | |
| A passing farewell—and so we ride home, | |
| For seven moons; and every day | |
| My bliss must be more far away.— | |
| Nay, thou within my heart shalt be, | 25 |
| For I am so in love with thee! | |
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