Where is the brightness of the glance
That taught my secret thoughts to dance?
Tell me
Where is the music in your voice
That made the nightingale rejoice?
I see
No more sweet hopes, no more sweet fears,
You've lost your smiles, you've lost my tears.
Yet how
Deep 1n your soul by day and night
My constant love gave warmth and light,
With many a bitter blast it fought
Blood of your heart, bone of your thought!
And now
My love you have extinguishèd
And you, my dear, not I, are dead.
That taught my secret thoughts to dance?
Tell me
Where is the music in your voice
That made the nightingale rejoice?
I see
No more sweet hopes, no more sweet fears,
You've lost your smiles, you've lost my tears.
Yet how
Deep 1n your soul by day and night
My constant love gave warmth and light,
With many a bitter blast it fought
Blood of your heart, bone of your thought!
And now
My love you have extinguishèd
And you, my dear, not I, are dead.
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