Do not imagine I would rather be
Anywhere but by your side right now;
I want to sit and hold you quietly
And watch the moon behind a dark tree-bough
Slide out of sight; and in the waxing east
See the soft tendrils of the pre-dawn light
Stir up, beginning at their weakest least
But soon and quickly banishing the night
Revealing all around us in its glory,
Nature, effulgent in the warming sun;
And yet that would not best our own glad story
Of finally sitting beside the one
We want to spend our lives with; no new day
Could ever rival that in any way.
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