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114 [JEALOUSY.]

day's light is quenched: damp night's darkness

Stretches over the sky its leaden garment.

Like a ghost, from behind the pine wood

Foggy moon has risen.&hellip;

All brings upon my soul darkness grievous.

Far, far away rises the shining moon,

There the earth is filled with evening warmth

There the sea moveth with luxuriant wave

Under the heavens blue.&hellip;

Now is the time. On the hillside now she walks

To the shore washed by noisy waves.

There, under the billowed cliffs

Alone she sits now melancholy.&hellip;

Alone &hellip; none before her weeping, grieves not,

Her knees none kisses in ecstasy.

Alone &hellip; to lips of none she is yielding