Stole I away to midnight's birch grove
You, oh confidante to meet in filtered moon
Moonlight now shed on darkened-once cove
Question not yet asked for fearing yet too soon
Stood I yet still as question now asked
Knowing words of truth to fall on bended ear
Mystery now wont its face be unmasked
Yes now fully gi'en and we now freely near
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