Give me a rendezvous—appoint a day for me!My ardour overflows—my burning, my agony!
Tell me when I shall see you standing near—O Lord—a day you promised to appear!
A promise comforts breast and heals in partSome of my malady, my longing heart.
It brings back hope to breasts that sigh—alas!For love concealed between the ribs, no pass.
I buried my heart alive within my chest—I mourn the dead, despite my certainty possessed.
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