Speak gentle with silent words

Then hear

That most glorious of feelings come,

Love 

Tender, warm, pure with passionate grace

Sung as a gift from Angels tongue 

By knights rough hand made soft to touch

With stolen kiss

Two houses now one 

Shed glorious blood under unquiet sun

Let us rest then to find such a blessing under peaceable Skys 

Tend the hours 

Be not a dreamer

For it is said 

Dreams do lie 

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