Out of thy sight—away from thy lips' smiling— Out of thy sight—away from thy pure eyes I spend the weary moments in reviling The fate that ruleth all men's destinies Whereby we two—being one—are far apart Whereby we two—being one—are two indeed When longing heart calls out to longing heart And hands outstretched help not each lover's need— Out of thy sight—what good is it complaining?— Since neither sees the other where we stand— Surely the sunshine cometh after raining, And after tempest—peace is in the land; The Gods are not so hard they shall deny Some recompense for sorrow—bye and bye.
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