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Hark where the bells toll chiming dull and steady	A
The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time	B
Well be it so prepare my soul is ready	A
Companions of the grave the rest for crime	B
Now take O world my last farewell receiving	C
My parting kisses in these tears they dwell	D
Sweet are thy poisons while we taste believing	C
Now we are quits heart poisoner fare thee well	D
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Farewell ye suns that once to joy invited	E
Changed for the mould beneath the funeral shade	F
Farewell farewell thou rosy time delighted	E
Luring to soft desire the careless maid	F
Pale gossamers of gold farewell sweet dreaming	C
Fancies the children that an Eden bore	G
Blossoms that died while dawn itself was gleaming	C
Opening in happy sunlight never more	G
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Swanlike the robe which innocence bestowing	C
Decked with the virgin favors rosy fair	H
In the gay time when many a young rose glowing	C
Blushed through the loose train of the amber hair	H
Woe woe as white the robe that decks me now	I
The shroud like robe hell's destined victim wears	J
Still shall the fillet bind this burning brow	I
That sable braid the Doomsman's hand prepares	J
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Weep ye who never fell for whom unerring	C
The soul's white lilies keep their virgin hue	K
Ye who when thoughts so danger sweet are stirring	C
Take the stern strength that Nature gives the few	K
Woe for too human was this fond heart's feeling	C
Feeling my sin's avenger doomed to be	A
Woe for the false man's arm around me stealing	C
Stole the lulled virtue charmed to sleep from me	A
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Ah he perhaps shall round another sighing	C
Forgot the serpents stinging at my breast	L
Gayly when I in the dumb grave am lying	C
Pour the warm wish or speed the wanton jest	L
Or play perchance with his new maiden's tresses	M
Answer the kiss her lip enamored brings	N
When the dread block the head he cradled presses	O
And high the blood his kiss once fevered springs	N
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Thee Francis Francis league on league shall follow	P
The death dirge of the Lucy once so dear	Q
From yonder steeple dismal dull and hollow	P
Shall knell the warning horror on thy ear	R
On thy fresh leman's lips when love is dawning	C
And the lisped music glides from that sweet well	D
Lo in that breast a red wound shall be yawning	C
And in the midst of rapture warn of hell	D
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Betrayer what thy soul relentless closing	C
To grief the woman shame no art can heal	S
To that small life beneath my heart reposing	C
Man man the wild beast for its young can feel	S
Proud flew the sails receding from the land	T
I watched them waning from the wistful eye	U
Round the gay maids on Seine's voluptuous strand	T
Breathes the false incense of his fatal sigh	U
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And there the babe there on the mother's bosom	V
Lulled in its sweet and golden rest it lay	W
Fresh in life's morning as a rosy blossom	V
It smiled poor harmless one my tears away	W
Deathlike yet lovely every feature speaking	C
In such dear calm and beauty to my sadness	X
And cradled still the mother's heart in breaking	C
The softening love and the despairing madness	X
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Woman where is my father freezing through me	A
Lisped the mute innocence with thunder sound	Y
Woman where is thy husband called unto me	A
In every look word whisper busying round	Y
Alas for thee there is no father's kiss	Z
He fondleth other children on his knee	A
How thou wilt curse our momentary bliss	Z
When bastard on thy name shall branded be	A
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Thy mother oh a hell her heart concealeth	A2
Lone sitting lone in social nature's all	B2
Thirsting for that glad fount thy love revealeth	A2
While still thy look the glad fount turns to gall	B2
In every infant cry my soul is hearkening	C
The haunting happiness forever o'er	C2
And all the bitterness of death is darkening	C
The heavenly looks that smiled mine eyes before	G
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Hell if my sight those looks a moment misses	O
Hell when my sight upon those looks is turned	D2
The avenging furies madden in thy kisses	O
That slept in his what time my lips they burned	D2
Out from their graves his oaths spoke back in thunder	C2
The perjury stalked like murder in the sun	E2
Forever God sense reason soul sunk under	C2
The deed was done	E2
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Francis O Francis league on league shall chase thee	A2
The shadows hurrying grimly on thy flight	F2
Still with their icy arms they shall embrace thee	A2
And mutter thunder in thy dream's delight	F2
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Down from the soft stars in their tranquil glory	A2
Shall look thy dead child with a ghastly stare	H
That shape shall haunt thee in its cerements gory	A2
And scourge thee back from heaven its home is there	H
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Lifeless how lifeless see oh see before me	A2
It lies cold stiff O God and with that blood	E
I feel as swoops the dizzy darkness o'er me	A2
Mine own life mingled ebbing in the flood	E
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Hark at the door they knock more loud within me	A2
More awful still its sound the dread heart gave	G2
Gladly I welcome the cold arms that win me	A2
Fire quench thy tortures in the icy grave	G2
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Francis a God that pardons dwells in heaven	E2
Francis the sinner yes she pardons thee	A2
So let my wrongs unto the earth be given	E2
Flame seize the wood it burns it kindles see	A2
There there his letters cast behold are ashes	O
His vows the conquering fire consumes them here	R
His kisses see see all are only ashes	O
All all the all that once on earth were dear	Q
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Trust not the roses which your youth enjoyeth	A2
Sisters to man's faith changeful as the moon	H2
Beauty to me brought guilt its bloom destroyeth	A2
Lo in the judgment court I curse the boon	H2
Tears in the headsman's gaze what tears 'tis spoken	E2
Quick bind mine eyes all soon shall be forgot	I2
Doomsman the lily hast thou never broken	E2
Pale Doomsman tremble not	I2

Friedrich Schiller

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