| O remember how in secret Erst with us thy grace was |
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| Dainty verse from woeful heart How forthcoming may there be? |
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| Longing for the wind of Springtime Did me to the open plain take |
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| Yestereven, one keen-witted, Myst'ry-knowing, said to me |
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| The Veil of the face of the Soul is The dust of my body base |
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| Lo! from this dwelling of exile Homeward if e'er I shall go |
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| From of old the love of fair ones Only wont and goal of mine is |
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| The Image of thy face to us In every road way-mate is |
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| "Thy mouth and thy lip", I asked her, "Me blest when will they make?" |
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| Sweet is seclusion, if the Friend In company with me be |
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