| The leafs and I entangled dance a harmonie
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| I dare not stain with vain delight
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| And thus embraced we roam the passing eve like a
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| pillgrim who craves a shelters guiding light
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| I question thee, beloved night to calm my joy
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| so that I not like the weary leaves be strewed
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| For I submitt to thy solitary grace (as) even springs
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| life is by winters gaze subdued
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| Lost in a dream I beheld a maiden dance
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| And when she sat down by a sliver stream
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| Plunging her feet in the shallow waves
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| A mist descended, kissed her and fled
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| And all that’s before been just and fair
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| Shattered in a rain of crystal shards
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| Each of them a cry, a dream, a tear
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| Nunquam submergiove aut diffugo
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| Ira inflammata mea vita ad salutem nominarit
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| Et solitudo meurn robur
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| Everlasting be the war that I declare
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| Extinguished thy bewitched spark despair
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| Torched the pile upon which you
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| Are gathered (still) poisoning my weary heart
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| And as the forked fires tongue licks high I won’t
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| lament thy fall
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| But dance around the burning branches urged by furys
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| call
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| And I again shall not be humble slaves but king to thee
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| Dreams on the barren field did lay strewed
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| Spread their wings rise up with solemn hope imbued
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| Ascend the stary stairs into a plain but dear refuge. |