English poem
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O moonlight deep and tender, A year and more agone, Your mist of golden splendor Round my betrothal shone!
O elm-leaves dark and dewy, The very same ye seem, The low wind trembles through ye, Ye murmur in my dream!
O river, dim with distance, Flow thus forever by, A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie!
O stars, ye saw our meeting, Two beings and one soul, Two hearts so madly beating To mingle and be whole!
O happy night, deliver Her kisses back to me, Or keep them all, and give her A blisslul dream of me!