And a something of Eden is everywhere?
It smiles in the sun, it sings in the sea;
But the convent-gates of a stony despair
Are shutting the beautiful world from me.
And they tell me that Love is filling with light
The void which he left in my bosom's deep,—
But we do not see that the morning is bright
When it takes the angels away from sleep.
It smiles in the sun, it sings in the sea;
But the convent-gates of a stony despair
Are shutting the beautiful world from me.
And they tell me that Love is filling with light
The void which he left in my bosom's deep,—
But we do not see that the morning is bright
When it takes the angels away from sleep.
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