I love you, dear, o' morn and moon. I love your ev'ry mood and guise; But, neath the soft, enchanting moon, Such loveliness the gods must prize. 'Tis then I long to dare and fight The world for you, my queen o' night. We wander in a jewelled bower; And, tho' I be your humble slave, Within that brief, enchanted hour I know that I am strong and brave. 'Tis then red war I yearn to make And conquer worlds for your sweet sake. And old romance in splendour comes From out the hills to linger nigh; And in our cause the brave old gums Stand sentinel against the sky. 'Tis then I would outrival Mars For you -- the sovereign of the stars!
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