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[Oh, the joy of loving]

Oh, the joy of loving
On a night of summer
In the month of roses!
Bright as day the garden
Lay beneath the moonlight.
Lightly came the lover
Through the shine and shadow,
Came below her chamber,
Looked and saw it lighted,
Saw her golden tresses
In the moonbeams shining,
Saw her white arms gleaming
And her fair face blushing
At the opened casement.
There was none to hear them,
And she called him softly:
‘Gerard, do you love me?’
And he murmured quickly:
‘Long time have I loved you,
Loved you but I knew not.
Clarisse, do you love me?’
Low she breathed her answer
As a waft from heaven:

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‘Long time have I loved you,
Loved you and you knew not.
Climb now to my window!
You shall know I love you!’