  Tears well out from my heart, As clouds overcast my soul, And blur my vision of thee. Melancholy this dawn, When thy smile and words, And thy sky-shaming eyes Are not beside me to rouse me from sleep. Though cry I without end, Yet a thought of thee heals many wounds, Why? thou ask me; how can I tell? All thou wish to take is thine; Not even the dust of thy feet I seek, Only leave me the star of thy memory To bathe in the rain of my weeping. |
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