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Grief! that in my soul com'st stealing, From violets that at night-time bloom, And that like a glow-worm gleamest, Soft in the summer's evening gloom. Kindle within my heart a winsome lay, Full of longing and of bliss, And then within her kiss Fade away!

"" (1886).

 

Naught brings such grievous pain As a flute with passionate strain,
 * When in the rosy glow of eve

The light of day doth wane.

'Mid trees the sound doth flow, In darkness lying low,
 * Saying: "O ye dreams of youth,

Ye fill my soul with woe!"

And it laments and sighs, In tender, moving wise,
 * As my belovèd, softly breathing

O'er my brow and eyes. 