Gathered from Ternina's face
(To N. L. K. in memory of June 23rd)
Tristan, Oh, Tristan! Death has set us free!
There is no barrier now, 'twixt me and thee,
For Fate allows my lips their "Come to me"!!
Tristan!
We, from this night, no more of night shall know;
For us, no paling stars, no dawning glow;
Ah, I am more than glad to have it so,
Tristan!
I feared the poison, now I feel it thrill
Through all my veins like liquid fire, and still
It brings no pain, nor any sense of ill,
Tristan!
Only a tender, strange desire for thee,
While the winged moments perish silently.
Ah, come, lest Death forestall thee, come to me,
Tristan!
Most gracious Death, who sets me free to speak;
He strengthens me, who makes all others weak,
Brings blushes and no pallor to my cheek,
Tristan!
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