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[Longer grew the shadows]

Longer grew the shadows
As they talked together,
And the sun declining
Sank behind the cliff-tops.
‘Come, my love!’ said Gerard;
‘Rise, and let us hasten
Far from hence ere nightfall;
Find some priest in chapel
Who shall join for ever
Our two lives in wedlock.
We will fare to-morrow
To some far-off country,
Where no King can find us,
Nor no wrath pursue us,
Nor derision wound us.
Love shall make an Eden
Round us like that Heaven
That you left to seek me.’