Gertrude.
[In Memory: 1877.] What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, When for my love you cannot answer me? This earth would quake, alas! might I but see You smile, death's rigorous law repealing! Pale lips, your mystery so well concealing, May not the eloquent, varied minstrelsy Of my inspired ardor potent be To touch your chords to music's uttered feeling? Friend, here you cherished flowers: send me now One ghostly bloom to prove that you are blessed. No? If denial such as brands my brow Be in your heavenly regions, too, confessed, Oh may it prove the truth that your still eyes Foresee the end of all futurities!
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