She slumbers now in arms not mine
while silence binds my restless time
I wake to tears the night bestows,
a secret grief no stranger knows.
Upon the road of love I burned,
with lamps of hope at every turn;
yet she, forgetful, strayed away,
to lose the dawn, betray the day.
The mirror of the heart I cleanse
with rivers sorrow never ends;
while she in foreign halls is crowned,
with fleeting songs and borrowed sound.
In soil of trust my dreams were sown,
yet thorn and shadow claimed their own;
she promised fragrance, bloom, and light,
but left me barren in the night.
O hear, ye winds, this solemn cry—
the faithful weep, the faithless lie.
And drowned in tears, forevermore,
I guard love’s grave on sorrow’s shore.
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