Remembrance
That Night, its sleepless hours I'll ne'er forget;
On Heliodora all my thoughts are set.
My eyes still feel the smart of those glad tears
When each gray morn with slanting beams appears.
Ah, does she too, I wonder, think of me
And cherish yet our love's dear memory,
To my cold picture give her kisses warm,
And as she sleeps with tears bedew her arm,
In dreams upon her breast me close embrace
Deluded by the phantom of my face?
Or can it be that with new fire she burns,
To some new love her fancy lightly turns?
Such sights, dear lamp, I pray thou never see;
I left her safely, keep her safe for me.
On Heliodora all my thoughts are set.
My eyes still feel the smart of those glad tears
When each gray morn with slanting beams appears.
Ah, does she too, I wonder, think of me
And cherish yet our love's dear memory,
To my cold picture give her kisses warm,
And as she sleeps with tears bedew her arm,
In dreams upon her breast me close embrace
Deluded by the phantom of my face?
Or can it be that with new fire she burns,
To some new love her fancy lightly turns?
Such sights, dear lamp, I pray thou never see;
I left her safely, keep her safe for me.
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