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Liebesweh.
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Who bless the Heaven that sent Thee toTheir coasts, a Revelation newOf Goodness—that is God—of Beauty,And Love, the fountain-head of Duty,His other titles? Who doth pressThine hand and drink the tendernessOf thine eye-beams, and raptured hearThose lips breathe musically clear,Witchingly soft? Who strokes the fairBrown ripples of Thy streaming hair,And feels he dareth overmuch—For there is magic in its touch?
O Love! Where’er the waves have tostThe pearl of price that I have lost;Heaven grant some merchant, skilled to tellThe worth hid in the precious shellMay find Thee, sell his all, and beContent to live and die for Thee!

David Will. M. Burn

CXX.

Liebesweh.

Ah, my heart, the storm and sadness! Wind that moans, uncomforted, Requiem for Love that’s dead,   Love that’s dead! Leafless trees that sough and sigh, Gloom of earth, and grey of sky,Ah, my heart, what storm and sadness!
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