And to be thus broken hearted,
This is grief—this is grief.
Yet, I love her—I confess it,
More than ever—more than ever;
Love’s a stream—you can’t repress it,
Mine’s a river! mine’s a river!
Life, soul, feeling, all are given,
All my store—all my store;
In her, round her—there’s my Heaven,
I want no more—I want no more.