Where is the brightness of the glanceThat taught my secret thoughts to dance? Tell meWhere is the music in your voiceThat made the nightingale rejoice? I seeNo more sweet hopes, no more sweet fears,You've lost your smiles, you've lost my tears. Yet howDeep in your soul by day and nightMy constant love gave warmth and light,With many a bitter blast it foughtBlood of your heart, bone of your thought! And nowMy love you have extinguishèdAnd you, my dear, not I, are dead.
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