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Ah yes! I long for you. To you I glide / And lose myself -- for to you I belong. / The hope that hitherto I have denied / Imperious comes to me as from your side / Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone / By memories wrapt that whispered to me low, / My silence was the quiet of a stone / Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
But in these weeks of the awakening Spring / Something within me has been freed -- something / That in the past dark years unconscious lay, / Which rises now within me and commands / And gives my poor warm life into your hands / Who know not what I was that Yesterday.