Tell me, O maiden fair, tell me, I implore,Where is my mind, my heart—from whom art thou the core?
And tell me truly: can this poor heart return?How deep my yearning for thy love—I burn, I burn!
And judge me fairly: shall my reason find its home?As pure my passion—free from every stain and foam;
And grant thy heart's devotion, for I know full wellThe noblest love, O my desire, no tongue can tell.
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