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 BROKEN LOVE.

Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin.

A fathomless and boundless deep, There we wander, there we weep; On the hungry craving wind My Spectre follows thee behind.

He scents thy footsteps in the snow, Wheresoever thou dost go; Through the wintry hail and rain When wilt thou return again?

Poor pale, pitiable form That I follow in a storm, From sin I never shall be free Till thou forgive and come to me.

A deep winter dark and cold Within my heart thou dost unfold; Iron tears and groans of lead Thou binds't around my aching head.