Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day;
I'm drear and lone and far away --
Cold blows on my breast, the north wind's bitter sigh
And oh, my couch is bleak beneath the rainy sky!

Light up thy halls -- and think not of me;
That face is absent now, thou hast hated me so to see --
Bright be thine eyes, undimmed their dazzling shine,
For never, never more shall they encounter mine!

The desert moor is dark; there is tempest in the air;
I have breathed my only wish in one last, one burning prayer --
A prayer that would come forth although it lingered long;
That set on fire my heart, but froze upon my tongue --

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