Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)

Song (I am athirst, but not for wine)

I am athirst, but not for wine;
The drink I long for is divine,
Poured only from your eyes in mine.

I hunger, but the bread I want,
Of which my blood and brain are scant,
Is your sweet speech, for which I pant.

I am a-cold, and lagging lame,
Life creeps along my languid frame;
Your love would fan it into flame.

Heaven's in that little word--your love!
It makes my heart coo like a dove,
My tears fall as I think thereof.

1. Rose D'Amour
2. The Teamster
3. Apple-Gathering
4. Time's Shadow
5. O Moon

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