My star gleams forth—my morning light appears,
Though long my vigil and my patience wears;
Can I resist my heart's insistent beat?
I soar through heaven, following thought's fleet;
Across the horizons I seek my friend,
And years have passed—how long they seem to wend;
They seem the very language of my state,
Recounting to my hearing my debate;
Does love assail a heart that will not care?
I once was free as bird in open air;
My mind in pride possessed a lengthy reach,
It feared to wade into this struggle's breach;
It told me its own measure, not my own,
Yet our love gleamed—a radiance overthrown;
It raised upon my lips a whisper light,
But still the heart perceives a love anew,
Fresh-opening spirit and fresh heart in view;
Away with fear—away with dread beside,
My heart like wounded one seeks healing's tide;
My fortune gleamed within a bosom true,
My God—a healer now prepared for me,
And I have found in worldly life a plea,
I feel how strongly beats the pulsing heart,
I call to pride—it will not take its part;
As though today I slumber in dream's art.
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