I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy
side. The works that I have in
hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from
the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor
respite, and
my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the
summer has come at my window with its sighs and
murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering
grove.
Now it is
time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of live in this
silent and overflowing leisure.
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