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COME NOT; YET COME!
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COME NOT; YET COME!
(SONG)
In my sage moments I can say,
Come not near,
But far in foreign regions stay,
So that here
A mind may grow again serene and clear.
Come not near,
But far in foreign regions stay,
So that here
A mind may grow again serene and clear.
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But the thought withers. Why should I
Have fear to earn me
Fame from your nearness, though thereby
Old fires new burn me,
And lastly, maybe, tear and overturn me!
Have fear to earn me
Fame from your nearness, though thereby
Old fires new burn me,
And lastly, maybe, tear and overturn me!
So I say, Come: deign again shine
Upon this place,
Even if unslackened smart be mine
From that sweet face,
And I faint to a phantom past all trace.
Upon this place,
Even if unslackened smart be mine
From that sweet face,
And I faint to a phantom past all trace.
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