Oh, the glad light! the light is fair,
The soft breeze warm and free;
And rich notes fill the scented air,
And all are gifts, my love's last gifts to thee!
Take me to thy warm heart once more!
Night falls, my pulse beats low;
Seek not to quicken, to restore—
Joy is in every pang,—I go, I go!
I feel thy tears, I feel thy breath,
I meet thy fond look, still