Cover mine eyes, O my love !
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence My lips with a kiss ,
Shelter my soul , O my love !
My soul is bent low with the pain
And the burden of love, like the grace
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence My lips with a kiss ,
Shelter my soul , O my love !
My soul is bent low with the pain
And the burden of love, like the grace
Of a flower that is smitten with rain :
O shelter my soul from thy face !
O shelter my soul from thy face !
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