Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1761/"Was will die einsame Thrane?"

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What’s this? A tear, one only?
     It blurs and troubles my gaze.
In my eye it has hung and lingered
     A relic of olden days.

It had many shining sisters,
     But away they all have passed —
Passed with my torments and raptures
     In night on the driving blast.

Away, too, have passed like a vapor
     Those deep-blue starlets twain,
That smiled those raptures and torments
     Into my heart and brain.

Like a breath my very love, too,
     Has faded and flown, alas!
So now, old, lonely tear-drop,
      ’Tis time thou too shouldst pass!