LEONORE.
EONORE, Leonore, come back to me, My heart is shivering in death for thee,Wind, bear my anguish over the sea, And bring, O bring back my life to me!Wildly the billows rake up the sands, Stormy and dark, with no light for me,Though faintly struggles the beacon's flame, E'en as my life that has died in thee.
O for a flower that thou hast kissed, And worn in thy bosom till faint and deadIt languished for air, so near thy heart, It died from warmth, and its sweet life fled.
For I am that flower thou hast kissed, I have laid near thy heart and felt it beat,Till I languished for air, and prayed to die, Breathing thy soul through eternity.
