What has thou become, my dear, in this life?
A world of light in thy breast doth shine;
Peering through windows of sorrow and strife
Where love once danced now only soul enshrine
Like strings confine hearts of puppets beating
Thou steal thee all my sweet measure of days
Though mem’ry of thee in time be fleeting
Mine resolve tis bound to know thee always
I forgive mine captor that enslaves dreams
That all willful blame cannot steal that giv’n
For freedom tis love’s poverty it seems
When reward bare remains in that forgiv’n
So, summon all the stars where hope be driv’n
And exult in thee that in love have striv’n.