Blow Softly, Now
That Christmas candle in your hand
Has led us to this height
Where we alone together stand
And bid the day goodnight.
The handle's turned, the door goes wide,
And breathless step we in,
To celebrate our lives of pride
And all we've done and been.
Blow softly, now, the candle out,
Blow light, and let it go;
The moon is full with quiet shout
And I would have you so.
Sweet stars gleam through the window, too,
To see what here is done:
Two beings who bear love so true
Spear into sphere that's one.
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