A VISION OF DESPAIR.
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And the touch of her lips it was madness—
All love and devotion in one—
All ecstasies mingled in one!
My life—nay, my soul with what gladness
I'd give, had she loved me alone—
Had she sworn that she loved me alone.
All love and devotion in one—
All ecstasies mingled in one!
My life—nay, my soul with what gladness
I'd give, had she loved me alone—
Had she sworn that she loved me alone.
And I worshiped her there in the gloaming
Of nights when the moon shone afar—
When the moon cursed my love from afar;
Till I lost her, my life, in a foaming
White cloud that rose up with our star—
That followed the track of our star.
Of nights when the moon shone afar—
When the moon cursed my love from afar;
Till I lost her, my life, in a foaming
White cloud that rose up with our star—
That followed the track of our star.
Then seven long days, mid the burning
Red sands of a low desert land—
Of a lifeless, and scorched desert land—
I prayed—oh, God knows with what yearning!
For her voice—yea, a touch of her hand—
For the comforting touch of her hand.
Red sands of a low desert land—
Of a lifeless, and scorched desert land—
I prayed—oh, God knows with what yearning!
For her voice—yea, a touch of her hand—
For the comforting touch of her hand.
