O love, in whose heart--murmured name Is charm against life`s endless wrong, Since all the untuned world became In you a song! I bring not only all I wrought Into the faltering words of speech, I dedicate the song I sought Yet could not reach, Nay, all that passionately fired My heart with hope for ever new Of unattained, but deep--desired Beauty, to you.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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