The fire that in my being reigns,
Even while I strive, more fiercely glows;
The lava of o’erflowing soul
In waves of melody doth roll,
My breast consuming while it flows.
Lo, muse! thy victim here behold!
No more the brow inspired is mine,
No more the glance so rapt and bold,
That once shot forth a ray divine!
Worn with the heart-devouring strife,