C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Song: ‘Lovely Idol of my soul’

Translation of Thomas Walsh

LOVELY Idol of my soul,

Victim of a wounded heart,—

See my grief beyond control;

Live, sweet one, do not depart!

For myself do I implore:

Live, or I can live no more!

Thou hast told me o’er and o’er

That thy heart was mine alone;

Thou art all my earthly store,

And thou desirest to be gone.

For myself do I implore:

Live, or I can live no more.

My destiny is bound with thine,

But yet I cannot stay thy fate;

Oh, what a bitter lot is mine

That I must live—disconsolate!

For myself do I implore:

Live, or I can live no more!