 | Faustus, A Dramatic Mystery ; The Bride of Corinth ; The First Walpurgis Night |  |
232
Margaret
(alone at the spinning-wheel).
(Sings.)
My peace is gone,
And my heart is sore:
I have lost him, and lost him,
For evermore!
And my heart is sore:
I have lost him, and lost him,
For evermore!
The place, where he is not,
To me is the tomb,
The world is sadness,
And sorrow and gloom!
To me is the tomb,
The world is sadness,
And sorrow and gloom!
My poor sick brain
Is crazed with pain,
And my poor sick heart
Is torn in twain!
Is crazed with pain,
And my poor sick heart
Is torn in twain!
My peace is gone,
And my heart is sore,
For lost is my love
For evermore!
And my heart is sore,
For lost is my love
For evermore!
233
From the window for him
My heavy eyes roam;
To seek him, all lonely
I wander from home.
My heavy eyes roam;
To seek him, all lonely
I wander from home.
His noble form,
His bearing high,
The smiles of his lip,
And the power of his eye;
His bearing high,
The smiles of his lip,
And the power of his eye;
And the magic tone
Of that voice of his,
His hands' soft pressure,
And oh! his kiss!
Of that voice of his,
His hands' soft pressure,
And oh! his kiss!
My peace is gone,
And my heart is sore;
I have lost him, and lost him,
For evermore!
And my heart is sore;
I have lost him, and lost him,
For evermore!
Far wanders my heart
To feel him near,
Oh! could I clasp him,
And hold him here!
To feel him near,
Oh! could I clasp him,
And hold him here!
Hold him and kiss him,
Oh! I could die!
To feed on his kisses,
How willingly!
Oh! I could die!
To feed on his kisses,
How willingly!
| Faustus, A Dramatic Mystery ; The Bride of Corinth ; The First Walpurgis Night | |