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THE RIDDLE GUESSED.
I was weary—I had long been thinking—
And my soul was full of doubt:
For the old mysterious riddle vexed me,
And I could not think it out.
I was weary and my brow was fevered
And I sighed “no hope—no clue:
Life and death have you no inner meaning?
Is there nothing lost in you?”
And my soul was full of doubt:
For the old mysterious riddle vexed me,
And I could not think it out.
I was weary and my brow was fevered
And I sighed “no hope—no clue:
Life and death have you no inner meaning?
Is there nothing lost in you?”
Then it happened that your eyes, my darling,
Shone upon me calm and clear:
And it happened that your rippling accents
Stole like music on my ear.
And at once each baffling doubt was answered,
And I breathed as one set free:
And at once a film of blindness melted,
And my eyes had light to see.
Shone upon me calm and clear:
And it happened that your rippling accents
Stole like music on my ear.
And at once each baffling doubt was answered,
And I breathed as one set free:
And at once a film of blindness melted,
And my eyes had light to see.
Love, the whole wide world may fall in ruins
But it cannot shake my faith;
I will face without a fear the darkness
And the mystery of death.
When you looked at me, I guessed life's riddle:
When you spoke, the clue was found:
Now I know that Nature has a meaning,
And that life shall yet be crowned.
But it cannot shake my faith;
I will face without a fear the darkness
And the mystery of death.
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When you spoke, the clue was found:
Now I know that Nature has a meaning,
And that life shall yet be crowned.
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