Come Love, to rest,

Come to me Love,
More with Your ethereal splendour
Blinding me to death,

Come Love
More with Your songs of Life,
Enlivening me to accept

Whatever takes place
At every moment of this
so mortal life,
With your eyes
Upon mine
At rest.


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