I haste to thee, my angel.

Angel gentle, angel calm,

Gently tell me: fare thee well.

Be thou grieved: thy tender gaze

Either drop or to me raise.

The memory of thee now shall

To my soul replace

The strength, the pride and the hope,

The daring of my former days!

1828.

IN VAIN, DEAR FRIEND.

IN vain, dear friend, to conceal I tried

The turmoil cold of my grieving soul;

Now me thou knowest; goes by the intoxication.

And no longer thee I love....

Vanished for aye the bewitching hours,

The beautiful time has passed,

Youthful desires extinguished are

And lifeless hope is in my heart....

LOVE'S DEBT FOR the shores of thy distant home

Thou hast forsaken the foreign land;

In a memorable, sad hour

I - before thee cried long.

Tho' cold my hands were growing

Thee back to hold they tried;

And begged of thee my parting groan

The gnawing weariness not to break.

But from my bitter kisses thou

Thy lips away hast torn;

From the land of exile dreary

Calling me to another land.

Thou saidst: on the day of meeting

Beneath a sky forever blue

Olives' shade beneath, love's kisses

Again, my friend, we shall unite.