I want to see thy face again
Before the death of my exhausted soul,
Before the Gods take back this all -
From my cold breast this purest love and pain.
I cannot sleep eternal dream,
Because I still remember bright
Thine eyes of this magnetic beam,
That comes from thy majestic light.
And I will search for thee for all my life,
That is destroyed for e'er without thee;
And I will live with keenest knife
In my poor breast, where hope is dead to me…
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