This is the place, this is the hour,

And through the shine, or through the shower,

She promised she would come.

O, darling day, she is so sweet

I could kneel down and kiss her feet.

Her presence makes me dumb.

A thousand things that I would say,

And ponder when she is away,

Desert me when she's near—

When she is near—twice we have met!

Though but a month has passed as yet,

It seems almost a year.

O, now she comes, and here she stands,

And gives me hers in both my hands,

And blushes to her brow.

She eyes askance her simple gown,

And folds a Judas tatter down

She has not seen till now.

I said, "My love you made me wait,

I grew almost disconsolate

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