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Even in sadness thou art beside me,
In gladness, none so happy as thee;
I love thee;
May my love kiss the feet of thy love of me.
My dreams are thine, day or night,
My sleep sings in silence to the night
Of thy delight;
May thy heart’s gifts like stars my heart’s heaven bedight!
Though a sigh rises in my soul this hour;
Closes its petals in the west the golden day-flower;
In my bower
Let thy love pour its rainbow shower.