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SCENE XV.
Gretchen's Room.Gretchen alone at the Spinning-wheel.
Gretchen.
My rest is fled,
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never
And nevermore.
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never
And nevermore.
Where I have him not
Is the grave plot,
The world is all
Turned for me to gall.
Is the grave plot,
The world is all
Turned for me to gall.
And my poor head
Is all astray
My poor thoughts fly,
Each its own way.
Is all astray
My poor thoughts fly,
Each its own way.
My rest is fled,
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never,
And nevermore.
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never,
And nevermore.
I watch from the window
For him alone,
To seek him only
Abroad have gone.
For him alone,
To seek him only
Abroad have gone.
His noble presence
His bearing high,
The smile of his lips,
The power of his eye.
His bearing high,
The smile of his lips,
The power of his eye.
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The magic flow
Of those words of his,
The clasp of his hand,
And ah! his kiss!
Of those words of his,
The clasp of his hand,
And ah! his kiss!
My rest is fled,
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never,
And nevermore.
My heart is sore,
And peace I find never,
And nevermore.
My breast yearns for him
In his long flight,
Ah! might I clasp him,
And hold him tight!
In his long flight,
Ah! might I clasp him,
And hold him tight!
And kiss him, kiss,
None to say me nay,
Till on his kisses,
I passed away.
None to say me nay,
Till on his kisses,
I passed away.
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