FATALITY.
FROM THE GERMAN.
I.
NE glance from thy dark eyes is all I pray for, One word from thy lips breathed on mine,One clasp of thy dear hand as a last favour— Then go—I'll never more repine.
NE glance from thy dark eyes is all I pray for, One word from thy lips breathed on mine,One clasp of thy dear hand as a last favour— Then go—I'll never more repine.II.Yet, thoughts of thee will dim my eyes with weeping, In the noon-day's glorious light,And dreams of thee will haunt my troubled sleeping, 'Neath the shadows of the night.
III.A fatal gulf for ever lies between us, I know we dare not speak of love,Yet angels, purest angels, had they seen us, Might well have pardoned from above.
IV.The future is too dark for my sad seeing; I gaze, but, weeping, turn away—No hope, alas! of our ever being Less sad than we are here this day.