Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Shelter my soul, O my love!
My soul is bent low with the pain
And the burden of love, like the grace
Of a flower that is smitten with rain:
O shelter my soul from thy face!
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This is too repetitious in the manner of it's story and use of the words in which it uses. Such as 'love' and 'kiss' and 'rain' etc., so on that note I will believe this is a translation. But who says even foreing pieces can not be cliche?
It's a lovely piece, really it is, but it's quite bland.
Edited on Nov 14, 10:35 p.m. because ''.
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