The Lovers

We've passed the station , the lovers said:
We thought this train stopped there.
We'll have to walk from the junction home.
Yet, why should the lovers care!

We'll have to walk six miles through the dark:
It's lucky the night is fair.
And they eyed each other with grave concern.
Yet, why should the lovers care!

O love, my love, what would I not give
To be walking now with you there
On the road you've taken alone through the dark! —
And why should the lovers care!
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