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As the delicate rose
 To the sun's sweet strength
Doth herself unclose,
 Breadth and length;
So spreads my heart to thee
Unveiled utterly,
 I to thee
 Utterly.

As morning dew exhales
 Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
 After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
 I, no trace
 On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,
 Dewdrops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
 In her day:
Shall i, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at the last?
 Sorrow past,
 Thee at last?