ness they began at length to speak :
" I was thinking of you, dearest ! "
" I was looking for you, beloved!"
" * Francesco.! "
"Oh, love! Oh, joy!"
Then Loida, in the shadow of her tent, grew restless,
and she said :
" Where is Francesca ? "
And Dick rose and looked into the moonshine, and
asked, with a kind of triumph :
" But who is with her ? "
" Dick, it is Lancelot ! Lancelot at last ! "
And earth must coin the words of heaven to tell the
heartful exaltation of the hours that followed. Who
thought of sleep ? Who dreamed that morning could
ever come ? Transported, ravished with perfect love
306 LOVE FOR AN HOUR.
with sorrow turned into perfect joy with doubt turned
into ecstasy they watched the dawn come up the east,
while they were still telling each other how they had
loved how they had trusted and never faltered, because
they knew right well
*' Though Fate may part,
And seas may sever,
Love for an hour
Is love forever I "
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