Reveal Your Presence
Why, since you wounded this heart, don’t you heal it? And why, since you stole it from me, do you leave it so, and fail to carry off what you have stolen?
Extinguish these miseries, since no one else can stamp them out; and may my eyes behold you, because you are their light, and I would open them to you alone.
Reveal your presence, and may the vision of your beauty be my death; for the sickness of love is not cured except by your very presence and image.
O spring like crystal! If only, on your silvered-over faces, you would suddenly form the eyes I have desired, which I bear sketched deep within my heart.
Withdraw them, Beloved, I am taking flight!
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