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 It seemed to me you suffered for our sake,
 * And longed to tell us something, filled with love.

The night was fleeting; through the whitening pane
 * The day appeared; star after star died slow;

The lamp’s red, flickering light was melting now
 * Into the golden dawn’s triumphant glow.

To the piano silently you stepped,
 * And touched the keys that dumbly glimmered there;

And an impassioned strain of love and grief
 * Beneath your hands gushed forth upon the air.

What was it in your song like a reproach,
 * That, full of sadness, o’er our circle came,

And hotly stirred the heart within my breast,
 * And filled it with pure love and burning shame?

I do not know. Was it the sleepless night?
 * Was it my sick nerves playing? Tears would rise.

My bosom heaved with them; a moment more,
 * And they burst forth with passion from mine eyes.