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August-tide ----¯---Hand in hand they wandered alone, And the night held her breath and the stars peeped out And the moonlight splendours were all about In the sweet soft dusk of that August-tide.
Heart to heart they wandered alone, And Nature’s mute music was lulled to rest, But the sound of a singing was in their breast ‘Mid the sweet dim dusk of the August-tide.
Hand in hand and heart to heart For ever as one: and for ever the light Of Love was their pillar of fire by night As they wandered alone in the August-tide. March 6, 1885