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I find myself racing to that place where my beloved had chosen. I find myself jittering my feet as I wait for my beloved. I find myself afraid; the tick-tock of the clock tears my heart. My beloved is not here yet. Behold! I find myself displeased that my darling came in late. I find myself acting all the more swiftly to put aside my beloved's shortcoming— for the night is far too gone and the time too little to fit childishness and my heartache into one meeting. I find my darling's eyes teary as we bid each other a goodnight. But no matter; I will take my place amongst the keepers of the night and wait for my darling's face— more than they that watch for the morning.