THE YELLOW sun steps over the mountain-top | |
| And falters a few short steps across the lake— | |
| Are you awake? | |
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| See, glittering on the milk-blue, morning lake | |
| They are laying the golden racing-track of the sun; | 5 |
| The day has begun. | |
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| The sun is in my eyes, I must get up. | |
| I want to go, there’s a gold road blazes before | |
| My breast—which is so sore. | |
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| What?—your throat is bruised, bruised with my kisses? | 10 |
| Ah, but if I am cruel what then are you? | |
| I am bruised right through. | |
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| What if I love you!—This misery | |
| Of your dissatisfaction and misprision | |
| Stupefies me. | 15 |
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| Ah yes, your open arms! Ah yes, ah yes, | |
| You would take me to your breast!—But no, | |
| You should come to mine, | |
| It were better so. | |
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| Here I am—get up and come to me! | 20 |
| Not as a visitor either, nor a sweet | |
| And winsome child of innocence; nor | |
| As an insolent mistress telling my pulse’s beat. | |
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| Come to me like a woman coming home | |
| To the man who is her husband, all the rest | 25 |
| Subordinate to this, that he and she | |
| Are joined together for ever, as is best. | |
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| Behind me on the lake I hear the steamer drumming | |
| From Austria. There lies the world, and here | |
| Am I. Which way are you coming? | 30 |
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