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THE house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white	A
The fields are alight with dew	B
'Oh will you not come to me Love to night	A
I have waited the whole night through	B
For I knew	B
O Heart of my heart I knew by my heart	C
That the night of all nights is this	D
When elm shall crack and lead shall part	C
When moulds shall sunder and shot bolts start	C
To let you through to my kiss '	E
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So spake she alone in the lonely house	F
She had wrapped her round with the spell	G
She called the call she vowed the vow	H
And the heart she had pledged knew well	G
That this was the night the only night	A
When the moulds might be wrenched apart	C
When the living and dead in the dead of the night	A
Might clasp once more in the grave's despite	A
For the price of a living heart	C
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But out in the grave the corpse lay white	A
And the grave clothes were wet with dew	B
'Oh will you not come to me Love to night	A
I have waited the whole night through	B
For I knew	B
That I dared not leave my grave for an hour	I
Since the hour of all hours is near	J
When you shall come to the hollow bower	I
In a cast of the wind in a waft of the Power	I
To the heart that to night beats here '	-
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The moon grows pale and the house sleeps still	K
Ah God do the dead forget	L
The grave is white and the bed is chill	K
But a guest may be coming yet	L
But the hour has come and the hour has gone	M
That never will come again	N
Love's only chance is over and done	O
And the quick and the dead are twain not one	O
And the price has been paid in vain	P

Edith Nesbit

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