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Never shall my love forsake thee,
Though my songs no more shall wake thee,
Still my greetings shall o'ertake thee,
Grant me, then, one prayer! After many a slow noon's waning, If once more my home regaining, Let me find thee, Love, remaining
Faithful still and fair.
Oh, my Olaf, must we sever?
I will think of thee forever,
Song and dance shall tempt me never,
Pale my cheek will be. And through long nights wakeful lying, When the winds around are sighing, I shall ask them, if in flying,
Thee they chance to see.
Now my gay songs all unlearning, I must wait with anxious yearning, But with thee again returning,
Joy once more will shine. What though all my youthful graces Cruel Time meanwhile effaces, Spite of sorrows, scars, and traces,
Thou wilt still be mine.