Since I have seen your face at the window , sweet
Love , you have thrown a spell on my heart , my feet
My heart to your face, my feet to your window still
Bear me by force , as if by alien will
O witch of beauty , O circe with innocent eyes
You have suddenly caught me fast in a net of sighs
I look at the sunlight , I see your laughing face
When I purchase a flower , it is you in your radiant grace
I have tried to save my soul alive from your snare
I will strive no more , let it flutter and perish there
I too will snare your body alive , O my dove
And teach you the torture and sweetness of love
When you have looked from the window to the trampling city
Did you think to take my heart and pay me with pity?
But you looked at one who has ever mocked at sin
And gambled with life to lose her all or win.
I will pluck you like a fluttering bird from her nest
You shall lie on love's strong knees , in his white warm breast
Afraid, with delighted lids that will not close
You shall grow white one moment, the next a rose.
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