MY heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it
And nevermore.
When gone is he,
The grave I see;
The world's wide
Is turned to gall.
Alas, my
Is well-nigh crazed;
My feeble
Is sore amazed.
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it
And nevermore.
For him from the
Alone I spy;
For him
From home go I.
His lofty step,
His noble form,
His mouth's sweet smile,
His glances warm,
His voice so
With magic bliss,
His hand's soft pressure,
And, ah, his kiss!
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it
And nevermore.
My bosom
For his form so fair;
Ah, could I clasp
And hold him there!
My kisses
Should stop his breath,
And 'neath his kissesI'd sink in death!
