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No rib he chose from out my side,
 My very heart he did divide,
And therefore doth this heart of mine,
 So fondly nestle, love to thine.

And therefore yearnings passing strange
 Are lodged within this heart so lone,
As tho’ ’twere fain our hearts again,
 Should grow together into one.

And therefore when afar I roam,
 My feet unbidden turn to home,
And ’stead of blood this heart supplies,
 Only the tear drop to my eyes.

XVII
Thine eye is a beautiful lake, lady,
 That glitters all bright in the gloaming.
In it bathes the fond light of the stars of the night.
 Of the stars in the azure sky roaming.

And ’tis clear as the crystal of ice, lady,
 And its depths are transparent as ether.
Youth, gaze not too deep, tho’ the sea seem asleep,
 There are many lie buried beneath her.

XVIII
Come, sweetheart, and sit beside me,
 With my arms let me enshroud thee.
With a spirit as fair as an angel’s
 Out of heaven, hath God endowed thee.

And oft I would make confession,
 And give thee some secret token,
But the words, like a corpse in the grave enclosed,
 Remain by my lips unspoken.

And what I so oft would tell thee,
 Oh! no syllables can spell it,
My spirit is full of it,
 But my lips refuse to tell it.