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As rivers seek the sea, / Much more deep than they, / So my soul seeks thee / Far away: / As running rivers moan / On their course alone / So I moan / Left alone.
As the delicate rose / To the sun's sweet strength / Doth herself unclose, / Breadth and length: / So spreads my heart to thee / Unveiled utterly, / I to thee / Utterly.
As morning dew exhales / Sunwards pure and free, / So my spirit fails / After thee: / As dew leaves not a trace / On the green earth's face; / I, no trace / On thy face.
Its goal the river knows, / Dewdrops find a way, / Sunlight cheers the rose / In her day: / Shall I, lone sorrow past, / Find thee at the last? / Sorrow past, / Thee at last?