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Heart of my heart, my life and light, / If you were lost what should I do? / I dare not let you from my sight, / Lest Death should fall in love with you.
Such countless terrors lie in wait.
The gods know well how dear you are: / What if they left me desolate / And plucked and set you for their star?
So hold my hand -- the gods are strong, / And perfect joy so rare a flower / No man may hope to keep it long, / And I might lose it any hour.
So, kiss me close, my star, my flower, / Thus shall the future spare me this: / The thought that there was ever an hour / We might have kissed and did not kiss.