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Rh so we twain must part ! Oh linger yet, Let me still feed my glance upon thine eyes. Forget not, love, the days of oar delight, And I our nights of bliss shall ever prize. In dreams thy shadowy image I shall see, Oh even in my dream he kind to me ! Though I were dead, I none the leas would Thy step, thy garment rustling on the sand. And if thou waft me greetings from the grave, I shall drink deep the breath of that cold Take thou my days, command this life of mine. If it can lengthen out the space of thine. No voice I hear from lips death-pale and chill, Yet deep within my heart it echoes stilL My frame remains — my soul to thee yearns forth. A shadow I must tarry still on earth. Back to the body dwelling here in paia, Retom, my sool, make baste and come again ! O city of the world, with sacred splendor blest, My spirit yearns to thee from out the far-off West