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Rh Now calmly through the world I wend my way: That which I crave may everywhere be had, With me I bring the one thing needful—love.

 DEPARTURE.

 THE LOVING ONE WRITES.

look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress, The pledge thy lips to mine convey,—the kiss,— He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this, Can he in aught beside find happiness?

Removed from thee, friend-severed, in distress, These thoughts I vainly struggle to dismiss They still return to that one hour of bliss, The only one; then tears my grief confess. 