My peace is gone, My heart's in pain; I'll never, never Find peace again. Where he cannot be Is a grave for me, The world and all Is turned to gall. My poor, poor head Is gone astray, My sense has fled Oh, quite away. My peace is gone, My heart's in pain; I'll never, never Find peace again. Out of the window For him I gaze, I seek him only On all my ways. His noble build, His bearing high, The smile on his lips, The power of his eye! To hear him talk-- What magic bliss, To feel his hand, And--oh, his kiss! My peace is gone, My heart's in pain; I'll never, never Find peace again. My bosom longs To hold him fast. If I could clasp him-- What joy at last! And I should kiss him With my last breath, Till with his kisses I found my death! |