Death

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O thou the last fulfilment of life,

Death, my death, come and

whisper to me!

Day after day I have kept

watch for thee;

for thee have I borne the joys

and pangs of life.

All that I am, that I have,

that I hope and all my love

have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.

One final glance from thine eyes

and my life will be
ever thine own.

The flowers have been woven

and the garland is ready

for the bridegroom.

After the wedding the bride

shall leave her home

and meet her lord alone

in the solitude of night.

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