Oh,
Morpheus, give me joy till
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles'
And let my dreams in blessing move.
Let from my soul
The separation's sharp rebuke!
And let me see that dear look,
And let me hear voice that dear.
And when will vanish dark of
And you will free my eyes at leaving,
Oh, if my heart would have a
To lose its love till dark of evening!
