Why does my heart refuse to bend or yield,As though it were a sick heart in the field?
Had it but gambled once, I'd pardon stillIts excuse, like one who rests against his will.
Yet it sings on and flutters at the hourOf dawn and dusk with undiminished power.
It gazes here and there, in anxious fearLest it should stray from truth's straight pathway clear.
O heart, fear not the shade nor staff denied;What harm if thirsty souls were satisfied?
While love burns fierce, it cannot be that slightA little water quenches passion's light.
Lower your wing but once, that inspirationMay fold you in its glorious elevation.
Gamble with all your feelings— you'll receiveA recompense that shall your soul relieve.
Search yonder—do not halt until you meetThe equal heart that makes your joy complete.
And when you find bliss, O thousand-fold delight,With thousand-fold fair company unite!
Search! Search! For hearts remain in bondage boundUntil the proof of love at last is found.
Search! And search! For hearts remainCaptives at the hand of proof's domain.
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