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 She blooms and glows and brightens, Intent on him above; Exhaling, weeping, trembling, With ever-yearning love.

world is dull, the world is blind, And daily grows more silly! It says of you, my lovely child, You are not quite a lily.

The world is dull, the world is blind, And judges in stupid fashion: It knows not how sweet your kisses are, And how they burn with passion.

thee not, a broken heart my lot, O Love for ever lost! I blame thee not. Though thou art splendid with the diamonds bright, There falls no gleam within thy heart's deep night.

I've known this long. I saw thee in clear dream, And saw black night within thy soul supreme, And saw the worm still fretting at thy heart; I saw how wretched, O my love, thou art.