by Nils Mollenhauer

where night the waning day doth fight

loud lights the dreary darkness bite

where waves on small-grained sand collide

there shall my broken heart reside

where life from death was truly sundered

ere moon and sun together wandered

where She the winged creature rides

the tempest of my love subsides

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