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LOVE
Oh, what is this that in my heart is singing,
Like sweet bird, caged there, carolling all day?
Oh, what is this such gladness to me bringing
That life is bliss, and work is merry play,
And round my steps, lo! sunny flowers are springing
As I go singing, singing on my way?
O Love, glad Love!
Like sweet bird, caged there, carolling all day?
Oh, what is this such gladness to me bringing
That life is bliss, and work is merry play,
And round my steps, lo! sunny flowers are springing
As I go singing, singing on my way?
O Love, glad Love!
Ah! what is this that in my heart is sighing,
Like captive vainly moaning to be free?
Ah! what is this so heavy in me lying?
No rest there is, nor any work for me,
And leaf and flower are drooping now and dying
As I go sighing, sighing wearily?
O Love, sad Love!
Like captive vainly moaning to be free?
Ah! what is this so heavy in me lying?
No rest there is, nor any work for me,
And leaf and flower are drooping now and dying
As I go sighing, sighing wearily?
O Love, sad Love!
What thing is this my foolish heart is dreaming,
That I should love, and long for yon bright star?
I sigh or sing, but she, unmoved, is gleaming
As in high glory where the angels are—
I but a glow-worm on the earth dull-beaming,
While she is gleaming, gleaming there afar.
O Love, vain Love!
That I should love, and long for yon bright star?
I sigh or sing, but she, unmoved, is gleaming
As in high glory where the angels are—
I but a glow-worm on the earth dull-beaming,
While she is gleaming, gleaming there afar.
O Love, vain Love!
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