  Well—Is it finished, Is the long day-dream done? The battle lost, and won? Has love at length diminished And night begun? Do you pass to another? Yet still I hold Devotion all untold; Although you mate a brother And leave me cold. My heart beats but for thee And every thought is thine, As flowers to the sun incline; For once thou lovedst me And all was mine. Though destiny may banish, My heart is still the same; And thine is all my fame; Although thy love may vanish, True burns my flame. And, thou mayst know That shouldst thou call to me, Where-ever I may be, Like arrow from its bow Straight I will fly to thee. |
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