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The Eve Of Waterloo
Darkness
Prometheus
She walks in Beauty
And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair


The Glove
Phantasy - To Laura
Rapture - To Laura
The Secret


Of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni
My lady carries love within her eyes
Death, always cruel
Of Beauty and Duty


To Luna
To the Distant One
The Fisherman
The Castle on the Mountain


The Raven
The Lake
Alone
A Dream Within a Dream


On His Blindness
On His Deceased Wife
To the Lady Margaret Ley
Light


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To the Distant One



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And have I lost thee evermore,
Hast thou, oh, fair one, from me flown?
Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,
Thine every word, thine every tone.

As when at morn the wanderer's eye
Attempts to pierce the air in vain,
When, hidden in the azure sky,
The lark high o'er him chants his strain:

So do I cast my troubled gaze
Through bush, through forest, o'er the lea;
Thou art invoked by all my lays;
Oh, come then, loved one, back to me!