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The longest night of the year, they say;
By four of the clock, the dark comes down,
And the hills loom dim and far away,
While the lights wink out in the big, vague town.

And yet, O Love, of the nights I know,
This night was briefest, — so brief, so blest.
For you came and gave me your heart, and so
Time was nothing and darkness best!
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