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With song and sigh and cricket cry The day had mingled rest; And Heaven a casement opened wide Of opal, whence, like some young bride, The Twilight leaned, all starry eyed, A moonflower on her breast.

Said I to Love: “What must I do? What shall I do? what can I do?” Said I to Love: “What must I do, All in the summer gloaming?”

Said Love to me: “Go woo, go woo.” Said Love to me: “Go woo, Go meet her at the trysting, O! And ’spite of her resisting, O! Beneath the stars and afterglow, Just clasp her close and kiss her--so, All in the summer gloaming.”