| 1 |
Come to this strand. |
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| 2 |
Come to this shore,
come to our arms. |
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| 3 |
The ecstasies of fiery love
will satisfy your desire. |
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| 4 |
Come to this strand.
-Too much! Too much! |
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| 5 |
Come to this shore. |
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| 6 |
-Beloved, tell me, where are your
thoughts? |
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| 7 |
-If only I might now wake!
-What troubles you? |
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| 8 |
I was dreaming that I heard
a sound long foreign to my ears. |
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| 9 |
I heard the joyful ringing of bells. |
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| 10 |
Ah, how long it has been
since I heard that! |
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| 11 |
Where are your thoughts straying?
What is this folly? |
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| 12 |
The time that I have dwelt here--
I cannot measure it. |
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| 13 |
Days, months, don't exist
for me any longer. |
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| 14 |
I no longer see the sun,
nor the familiar stars of heaven. |
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| 15 |
In vain my eye seeks the green plants,
whose flowers bring back the Summer. |
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| 16 |
I do not hear the nightingale
whose sweet song announces the Spring! |
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| 17 |
Will I never hear it,
will I never see it again? |
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| 18 |
What are you saying?
What foolish complaints! |
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