I loved a dream. Now with your words I wake,
To breathe that sorrow-fillèd stale despair;
The thoughts imbued with you are everywhere,
And yet I pray that, once more, Love will take
Our hearts and meld them into one. My lake
Of tears, this grief’s dark lachrymal so fair,
Will spend itself because of you. I bear
The grief of lost delight—my heart you break:
Oh let this dream not end. For you I cry;
And when you meet me, pray not pass me by,
But let your glance be like a curse on me:
Enchant my willing heart, revive my dreams…
Yet that is past. Your love now coldly gleams.
My dreams are lost. And I from life will flee.