[00:00.00] 作词 : Hoppe
[00:11.44]I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
[00:15.83]I shun the love that lurks in all delight—
[00:19.87]The thought of thee—and in the blue heaven's height,
[00:23.67]And in the dearest passage of a song.
[00:26.53]Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng
[00:29.57]This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright;
[00:35.12]But it must never, never come in sight;
[00:38.56]I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
[00:43.71]But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,
[00:47.90]When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,
[00:51.69]And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,
[00:54.56]Must doff my will as raiment laid away,—
[00:58.35]With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
[01:02.29]I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.
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