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 And thou wouldst be for aye adored, So beauteous, with no peer, Like fairies from the times of yore, That in our dreams appear.

I loved thee with a heathen’s eyes, With painful passion hot, That from my father’s fathers came To be my earthly lot.

But seldom do I pass to-day, Mine eyes no longer burn, Nor do I care if sadly thou For me thy head dost turn.

For in thy gesture, gait, to-day Thou art like all, and I Indifferently look at thee With dead man’s sightless eye.

O if thy soul had then been filled With sacred ecstasy, Thou wouldst have lit on earth love’s lamp To burn eternally.