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 All on earth is lapped in slumber,

All save the heart in my breast;

Tell me Lord of the firmament

Why hath that heart no rest.

This world so divine is silent all,

All save my heart that throbbeth ever,

Tell me Lord of the firmament

Why doth it tire never.

Thought is lulled to rest on the lap of slumber,

Day and night alternate watch are keeping,

But the heart true guardian of love eternal,

Throbs on for ever unsleeping.

The brightness of the sun at noon,

That is my love to thee,

And night fair shadow of the day,

Thy silent love for me.

Thou lit’st in me a fire as hot,

As burns earth’s central zone,

But now that fire unfed by thee,

Feeds on itself alone.

I thought with thee on love to feast,

Now crumbs are all my share,

What wonder if in lonely grief,

My face is shrunk with care.