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THE pain of loving you / Is almost more than I can bear.
I walk in fear of you. / The darkness starts up where / You stand, and the night comes through / Your eyes when you look at me.
Ah never before did I see / The shadows that live in the sun!
Now every tall glad tree / Turns round its back to the sun / And looks down on the ground, to see / The shadow it used to shun.
At the foot of each glowing thing / A night lies looking up.
Oh, and I want to sing / And dance, but I can't lift up / My eyes from the shadows: dark / They lie spilt round the cup.
What is it?--Hark / The faint fine seethe in the air!
Like the seething sound in a shell! / It is death still seething where / The wild-flower shakes its bell / And the sky lark twinkles blue--
The pain of loving you / Is almost more than I can bear.