Oh! the Sickening Sensation!
Oh! the sickening sensation! Oh! the burning agitation In my soul! Oh! the awful desolation Of my soul! And my breast is sore with sighing. Comfort to myself denying Comfort and relief denying to my soul distrest and sore; While that worst of all diseases With a pain that naught appeases Ever burns While a pain that grimly pleases Alway burns, Kindled by thy bright eye's beaming, By thy brilliant, blue eye's beaming, When I saw thee, saw and loved thee on that fatal eve of yore; And anon it has been living, And a blissful sadness giving While with thee, Mingled bliss and sadness giving While with thee; But, ah! now its woful waging, Laying waste with cruel raging This my heart, as with a vulture gnawing at its very core! Would kind angels waft me to thee! Waft me for one moment to thee! Let me gaze one moment on thee! But one blissful moment on thee! Satisfy this languid longing for the one whom I adore! Oh! to quench this lethal longing for the one whom I adore!
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