who art thou, that my dream I might tell thee? How with words full of love she drew near me, and kissed me. O thou kissest me yet, and thou clingest about me! Ah, kiss me and wake me into death and deliverance! (drawing away from him) Speak no rough word, I pray thee, for a little, thou loveliest! But forgive me, for the years of my life have been lonely, And thou art come hither with the eyes of one seeking. Sweet dream of old days, and her very lips speaking The words of my lips and the night season's longing. How might I have lived had I known what I longed for! I knew thou wouldst love, I knew all thy desire— Am I she whom thou seekest? may I draw nigh again? Ah, lengthen no more the years of my seeking, For thou knowest my love as thy love lies before me. O Love, there was fear in thine eyes as thou wakenedst; Thy first words were of dreaming and death—but we die not. In thine eyes was a terror as thy lips' touches faded, Sore trembled thine arms as they fell away from me; And thy voice was grown piteous with words of beseeching, So that still for a little my search seemed unended. —Ah, enending, unchanging desire fulfils me! I cry out for thy comfort as thou clingest about me. O joy hard to bear, but for memory of sorrow, But for pity of past days whose bitter is sweet now! Let us speak, love, together some word of our story, That our lips as they part may remember the glory. O Love, kiss me into silence lest no word avail me; Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me. THE MUSIC LOVE IS ENOUGH Enter before the curtain LOVE, clad still as a Pilgrim. How is it with the Fosterer then, when he Comes back again that rest and peace to see, And God his latest prayer has granted now?— Why, as the winds whereso they list shall blow, So drifts the thought of man, and who shall say To-morrow shall my thought be as to-day? —My fosterling is happy, and I too; Yet did we leave behind things good to do, Deeds good to tell about when we are dead. Here is no pain, but rest, and easy bread; Yet therewith something hard to understand Dulls the crowned
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