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I forgot, thus happy dreaming,
That it is the same, forsooth,
If one leans against a shadow
Or believes in woman’s truth.
Winds blow in the trembling curtains,
As they did in days of yore,
Only there behind the windows
Thy sweet face appears no more.
SINCE SO LONG…
Since so long with one another
We could neither speak nor meet,
O meseems we have forgotten
How much we have loved, my sweet.
Now I see thee pale before me,
And thy wounded heart I feel,
As in former days, O let me
At thy feet here humbly kneel.
Let me weep for pity; fondly
Let those little hands be kissed;
What did you so long, my dearest
Hands, which many weeks I missed?
