The torch
Language: English 
Come, O my love!
  Come, fly to me;
All my soul
  Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy home,
  I long for thee,
  Faint for thee,
  Worship thee
Only, - but Come!

Dark is the wood,
  The track's ever lonely and gray:
But joyous the blaze
  That welcomes and shows thee the way.

Come, O my love!
  Come, fly to me;
All my soul
  Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy rest,
  I long for thee,
  Sigh for thee,
  Faint for thee;
Come to my breast.

Cold is the stream,
  The ford is a danger to thee:
My heart is a flame,
  As the beacon that lights thee to me.

Come, O my love!
  Come, fly to me;
All my soul
  Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy home,
  I long for thee,
  Faint for thee,
  Worship thee
Only, - but Come!

Note: Supposedly a folk song from Leyrich-Turasp; likely a joke name.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 35
Word count: 140