Though the miles be many and the road be long
My light ne'er dims, my hope doth wax strong
That I should find thee, Love, when I awaken
Some sweet nigh morn again. I hearken:
The beating of our hearts I number
As time twixt Lightning Flash and Thunder.
Glory be! The sum it dwindles fast!
Naught heralds thy return to me at last.
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