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Vigil
By Richard Dehmel (18631920)
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Softly the dark leaves stir and shake,
And I am in the grass awake.
Oh, wert thou here,
For soon the mid of night will break.
The garden gate hides her from view,
The moveless willows stand arow,
My burning forehead seeks the dew;
Oh, I have never loved thee so!
As often as our close embrace
Made each the other, why thy face
Grew pallid and thy heart made moan
When all my being sought thy grace.
Two little fireflies crept alow;
I nevermore from thee will fare,
Oh, wert thou here …
For still the crimson roses glow….