Oh' sweetheart, when do thou arrive
And today this thy slave
Can't move to....thee
It's all-thrashed, weak, exhausted, lifeless
Yet with the lone sense....thy
Life-melting caring....Today
Thy slave is with
This love as the lone asset,
Refuge, last-dot-spirit, inspiration
It can't move to thee
But its life, mind, soul
Are all alive at thy feet,
Behold once, let me have
In thy lap that infinite blissful
Rest....
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