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With a glance at us who sit by the way He goes riding by:Conceive, if thou canst, my souls dismay Sore distraught am I.What have I to tell of the lovely fair Unto anyone?With a gaze as swift as a spark in the air He is past and gone.To the friends abode it is hard to tread And the road is far;But love rides high, and is quickly sped On the back of a star.What cause to despair, though the circling sky Be wrapped in a veil?It will pierce a rock, the audacious eye, And it cannot fail.Our sprinkled dew is an ocean wide, And the sky its shore;Let a lone wave break, and its swelling tide Shall yet higher soar.When thou shalt stand with him face to face, Do not lift thine eyes;For sight is vain in that holy place, And the vision dies.How should I weep, though sorrow sears? For my broken heartIs borne on the flood of my bitter tears, And wi1l soon depart.