Let me and my passionate love go by, But speak to her all things holy and high, Whatever happen to me! Me and my harmful love go by ; XXV. COURAGE, poor heart of stone! Care not thou to reply: V. Half the night I waste in sighs, VI. 'T is a morning pure and sweet, She is but dead, and the time is at hand In a moment we shall meet; When thou shalt more than die. XXVI. I. O THAT 't were possible To find the arms of my true love II. When I was wont to meet her III. A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings. Get thee hence, nor come again, Mix not memory with doubt, The souls we loved, that they might tell Pass and cease to move about! us What and where they be. IV. It leads me forth at evening, At the shouts, the leagues of lights, 'T is the blot upon the brain That will show itself without. IX. Then I rise, the eavedrops fall, And the yellow vapors choke The great city sounding wide; The day comes, a dull red ball Wrapt in drifts of lurid smoke On the misty river-tide. See, there is one of us sobbing, And wheedle a world that loves him not, IV. Nothing but idiot gabble! Has come to pass as foretold; But babble, merely for babble. And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd! Tho' many a light shall darken, and many shall weep For those that are crush'd in the clash of jarring claims, Yet God's just wrath shall be wreak'd on a giant liar; And many a darkness into the light shall leap, And shine in the sudden making of splendid names, And noble thought be freër under the sun, And the heart of a people beat with one desire; For the peace, that I deem'd no peace, is over and done, And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames |