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A BLESSING by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: WHEN I LOOK ON THEE AND FEEL HOW DEAR
Last Line: WHEN I AND MY WILD LOVE ARE DEAD.
WHEN I look on thee and feel how dear,
How pure, and how fair thou art,
Into my eyes there steals a tear,
And a shadow mingled of love and fear
Creeps slowly over my heart.

And my very hands feel as if they would lay
Themselves on thy fair young head,
And pray the good God to keep thee alway
As good and lovely, as pure and gay, --
When I and my wild love are dead.



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